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JOHNIE OF BREAD ISLEE. 15
The first flight of arrows the Foresters shot,
They wounded him on the knee; And out and spak the Seventh Forester,
" The next will gar him die."
Johnie's set his back against an aik, «s
His fute against a stane ; And he has slain the Seven Foresters,
He has slain them a' but ane.
He has broke three ribs in that ane's side,
But and his collar bane ; 70
He's laid him twa-fald ower his steed, Bade him carry the tidings hame.
" 0 is there nae a bonnie bird
Can sing as I can say, Could flee away to my mother's bower, 75
And tell to fetch Johnie away ? "
The starling flew to his mother's window stane,
It whistled and it sang ; And aye the ower word o' the tune
Was—" Johnie tarries lang ! " w
They made a rod o' the hazel bush, •
Another o' the slae-thorn tree, And mony mony were the men
At fetching o'er Johnie.