At fetching o'er Johnnie.
(aik, oak. the ower word, the refrain.)
Then out and spake his auld mother,
And fast her tears did fa'—
"Ye wad nae be warn'd, my son Johnnie,
Frae the hunting to bide awa'.
'' Aft hae I brought to Breadislee
The less gear and the mair,
But I ne'er brought to Breadislee
What grieved my heart sae sair.