Johnnie OBreadisley Johnie CockChild No. 114 by Ewan MacColl Lyrics
Johnie rose on a May morning
Called for water tae wash his hands:
Said 'Gar loose to me my twa graie dogs
That lie bound in iron chains, chains
That lie bound in iron chains
You'll busk, you'll busk, my twa graie dogs
You'll busk and mak them boon
For I'm [?] broad spear held
Tae bring the dun deer doon, doon
Tae bring the dun deer doon
When Johnie's mither she heard o this
Her hands wi dule she wrang:
Sais Johnie, for your venison
To the grenewoods dinna , gang
To the grenewoods dinna gang!
It's wi he plenty o guide wheat-bread
And plenty o guide red wine
So Johnie for yer venison
To the grenewoods dinna , gang, gang
To the grenewoods dinna gang!
But Johnie has bresket his gude bend bow
His arras, one by one
And he's awa to to the gay greenwoods
Tae pull the dun deer doon, doon
Tae pull the dun deer doon
Johnie shot, the dun deer lap
She was wounded in the side
And atween the water and the wood
The graie hunds laid her pride, pride
The graie hunds laid her pride
Johnie et o' the venison
And the dogs drank o the bleid
And they all fell down and fell fast asleep
Asleep as tho they'd been deid, deid
Asleep as tho they'd been deid
Then by there came a silly auld man
And a silly old man was he
And he's awa to the king's forester
For to tell on young Johnie-ie
To tell on young Johnie
Then up and spake the king's forester
And an angry man was he
Says' if if this be Johnie O’Breadisley
A gar will mark him deid, deid
Ma faith will gar him deid
Stand oot, stand oot, ma noble dug
Stand oot and dinna flee
Stand fast stand fast my guid graie hund
And we we will mak them die, die
And we we will mak them die
Johnie has show the six o' them
And the seventh he has wounded ser
And he swung his [?] oer his horses back
And he swore that he would hunt more, more
He swore that he would hunt more
Called for water tae wash his hands:
Said 'Gar loose to me my twa graie dogs
That lie bound in iron chains, chains
That lie bound in iron chains
You'll busk, you'll busk, my twa graie dogs
You'll busk and mak them boon
For I'm [?] broad spear held
Tae bring the dun deer doon, doon
Tae bring the dun deer doon
When Johnie's mither she heard o this
Her hands wi dule she wrang:
Sais Johnie, for your venison
To the grenewoods dinna , gang
To the grenewoods dinna gang!
It's wi he plenty o guide wheat-bread
And plenty o guide red wine
So Johnie for yer venison
To the grenewoods dinna , gang, gang
To the grenewoods dinna gang!
But Johnie has bresket his gude bend bow
His arras, one by one
And he's awa to to the gay greenwoods
Tae pull the dun deer doon, doon
Tae pull the dun deer doon
Johnie shot, the dun deer lap
She was wounded in the side
And atween the water and the wood
The graie hunds laid her pride, pride
The graie hunds laid her pride
Johnie et o' the venison
And the dogs drank o the bleid
And they all fell down and fell fast asleep
Asleep as tho they'd been deid, deid
Asleep as tho they'd been deid
Then by there came a silly auld man
And a silly old man was he
And he's awa to the king's forester
For to tell on young Johnie-ie
To tell on young Johnie
Then up and spake the king's forester
And an angry man was he
Says' if if this be Johnie O’Breadisley
A gar will mark him deid, deid
Ma faith will gar him deid
Stand oot, stand oot, ma noble dug
Stand oot and dinna flee
Stand fast stand fast my guid graie hund
And we we will mak them die, die
And we we will mak them die
Johnie has show the six o' them
And the seventh he has wounded ser
And he swung his [?] oer his horses back
And he swore that he would hunt more, more
He swore that he would hunt more