"The next will gar him die."
Johnnies set his back against an aik,
His foot against a stane;
And he has slain the Seven Foresters,
He has slain them a' but ane.
He has broke three ribs in that ane's side,
But and his collar bane;
He's laid him twa-fald ower his steed,
Bade him carry the tidings hame.
"O is there nae a bonny bird