Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jock O' Braidislee, artist - The Corries. Album song Barrett's Privateers, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Record label: GB
Song language: English
Jock O' Braidislee |
Johnny got up on a May mornin' |
Called for water to wash his hands |
Says «Gie loose tae me my twa grey dugs |
That lie in iron bands — bands |
That lie in iron bands» |
Johnny’s mother she heard o' this |
Her hands for dool she wrang |
Sayin' «Johnny for your venison |
Tae the greenwood dinnae gang — gang |
Tae the greenwood dinnae gang» |
But Johnny has ta’en his guid bend bow |
His arrows one by one |
And he’s awa' tae the greenwood gane |
Tae ding the dun deer doon — doon |
Tae ding the dun deer doon |
Noo Johnny shot and the dun deer leapt |
And he wounded her in the side |
And there between the water and the woods |
The grey hounds laid her pride — her pride |
The grey hounds laid her pride |
They ate so much o' the venison |
They drank so much o' the blood |
That Johnny and his twa grey dugs |
Fell asleep as though were deid — were deid |
Fell asleep as though were deid |
Then by there cam' a silly auld man |
An ill death may he dee |
For he’s awa' tae Esslemont |
The seven foresters for tae see — tae see |
The foresters for tae see |
As I cam' in by Monymusk |
Doon among yon scruggs |
Well there I spied the bonniest youth |
Lyin' sleepin' atween twa dugs — twa dugs |
Lyin' sleepin' atween twa dugs |
The buttons that were upon his sleeve |
Were o' the gowd sae guid |
And the twa grey hounds that he lay between |
Their mouths were dyed wi' blood — wi' blood |
Their mouths were dyed wi' blood |
Then up and jumps the first forester |
He was captain o' them a' |
Sayin «If that be Jock o' Braidislee |
Unto him we’ll draw — we’ll draw |
Unto him we’ll draw» |
The first shot that the foresters fired |
It hit Johnny on the knee |
And the second shot that the foresters fired |
His heart’s blood blint his e’e — his e’e |
His heart’s blood blint his e’e |
Then up jumps Johnny fae oot o' his sleep |
And an angry man was he |
Sayin «Ye micht have woken me fae my sleep |
Ere my heart’s blood blint my e’e — my e’e |
Ere my heart’s blood blint my e’e» |
But he’s rested his back against an oak |
His fit upon a stane |
And he has fired at the seven o' them |
He’s killed them a' but ane — but ane |
He’s killed them a' but ane |
He’s broken four o' that one’s ribs |
His airm and his collar bane |
And he has set him upon his horse |
Wi' the tidings sent him hame — hame |
Wi' the tidings sent him hame |
But Johnny’s guid bend bow is broke |
His twa grey dugs are slain |
And his body lies in Monymusk |
His huntin' days are dane — are dane |
His huntin' days are dane |