Pieces of Ancient Poetry from Unpublished Manuscripts
and Scarce Books, Bristol, 1814, p. 51.
| 1 |
Johnny Cock, in a May morning,
Sought water to wash his hands,
And he is awa to louse his dogs,
That's tied wi iron bans.
That's tied wi iron bans. |
| 2 |
His coat it is of the light Lincum green,
And his breiks are of the same;
His shoes are of the American leather,
Silver buckles tying them. |
| 3 |
'He' hunted up, and so did 'he' down,
Till 'he' came to yon bush of scrogs,
And then to yon wan water,
Where he slept among his dogs.
* * * * * |
| 4 |
Johnny Cock out-shot a' the foresters,
And out-shot a the three;
Out shot a' the foresters,
Wounded Johnny aboun the bree. |
| 5 |
'Woe be to you, foresters,
And an ill death may you die!
For there would not a wolf in a' the wood
Have done the like to me. |
| 6 |
'For' 'twould ha' put its foot in the coll water
And ha strinkled it on my bree,
And gin that would not have done,
Would have gane and lett me be. |
| 7 |
'I often took to my mother
The dandoo and the roe,
But now I'l take to my mother
Much sorrow and much woe. |
| 8 |
'I often took to my mother
The dandoo and the hare,
But now I'l take to my mother
Much sorrow and much care.' |
