I beg you'l stay at hame;
For the wine so red, and the well-baken bread,
My Johnie shall want nane."
4. "There are seven forsters at Pickeram Side,
At Pickeram where they dwell,
And for a drop of thy heart's bluid
They wad ride the fords of hell."
5. But Johnie has cast off the black velvet,
And put on the Lincoln twine,
And he is on the goode greenwood