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JOHNNIE OF COCKERSLEE |
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XXIII
He has broke three ribs in that ane's side,
But and his collar bane ; He's flung him twa-fald owre his steed,
Bade him carry the tidings hame . . .
XXIV
' Is there no a bird in a' this forest
Will do as mickle for me As dip its wing in the wan water
And straik it on my e'e-bree ?
XXV
' Is there no a bird in a' this forest
Can sing as I can say,— Can flee away to my mother's bower
And tell to fetch Johnnie away ?'
XXVI
The starling flew to her window-stane,
It whistled and it sang; And aye the owre-word o' the tune
Was, Johnnie tarries langl
XXVII
They made a rod o' the hazel-bush, Another o' the slae-thorn tree,
And mony, mony were the men At the fetching our Johnnie.
XXVIII
Then out and spak' his auld mother,
And fast her tears did fa': ' Ye wadna be warn'd, my son Johnnie,
Frae the hunting to bide awa'!'
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