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JOHNNIE OF COCKERSLEE |
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XVIII
' O some they count ye well-wight men,
But I do count ye nane; For you might well ha' waken'd me,
And ask'd gin I wad be ta'en.
XIX
' The wildest wolf in a' this wood
Wad no ha' done sae by me; She ha' wet her foot i' the wan water,
And sprinkled it owre my bree, And if that wad not ha' waken'd me,
Wad ha' gone an' let me be.
xx
' O bows of yew, if ye be true,
In London where ye were bought;
And, silver strings, value me sma' things Till I get this vengeance wrought!
And, fingers five, get up belive: And Manhood fail me nought!
XXI
' Stand stout, stand stout, my noble dogs,
Stand stout and dinna flee! Stand fast, stand fast, my good gray hounds.
And we will gar them dee! '
XXII
Johnnie has set his back to an aik,
His foot against a stane, And he has slain the Seven Foresters,
He has slain them a' but ane.
well-wight] sturdy, here brave. bree] brow. belive]
nimbly, at once. 710 |
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