The nexten shot that Johnnie shot,
I wat he laid her pride.
8
He’s eaten o the venison,
An drunken o the blude,
Until he fell as sound asleep
As though he had been dead.
9
Bye there cam a silly auld man,
And a silly auld man was he,
The nexten shot that Johnnie shot,
I wat he laid her pride.
8
He’s eaten o the venison,
An drunken o the blude,
Until he fell as sound asleep
As though he had been dead.
9
Bye there cam a silly auld man,
And a silly auld man was he,