And there he spied the dun deer lying sleeping,
Aneath a buss o brume.
7
Johnie shot, and the dun deer lap,
And he has woundit him in the side,
And atween the water and the wud
He laid the dun deer’s pride.
8
They ate sae meikle o the venison,
And drank sae meikle o the blude,