Now Johnie’s gude bend bow is broke,
And his gude graie dogs are slain,
And his bodie lies dead in Durrisdeer,
And his hunting it is done.
G
Harris MS., fol. 25: from Mrs Harris’s recitation.
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Johnnie Brad, on a May mornin,
Called for water to wash his hands,
An there he spied his twa blude-hounds,