Johnnie O Braidislie

Will it begin again?
Yes

Johnny rose in the may mornin', called for water to wash his hands
And he called for his two greyhounds to be bound in iron chains
Chains, to be bound in iron chains
Johnny shot the dandy a lap, she was wounded in the side
And between the waters and the woods, the greyhound laid her pride
Pride, and the greyhounds laid her pride
Now, Johnny ate the venison and the dogs drank all their blood
And they all lay down and fell asleep
Asleep, as they'd been dead
Dead, asleep as they had been dead

And by there came a silly old man and a silly old man was he
And he's a-wanted the king's foresters for to tell on young Johnny
He for to tell on young Johnny
Johnny shot six of them and the seventh he wounded sore
And he swung his hook over his horseback
And he swore that he would hunt more
More, and he swore that he would hunt more

Now, Johnny's great big bow is broke and his two greyhounds are slain
His body lies in money musk and his hunting days are done
Done, and his hunting days are done