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• Fair John and the Seven Foresters

He went to hunt the running buck,
He went to hunt the doe,
He dinged them to very ground,
His mother said him no.

Now Johny he wore a coat of red
With gold and blackish sheen,
But when he hunted the running buck,
Put on his Linkhorn green.

In yonders town of Broadalow,
The foresters be seven,
Anf for a drop of Johny's blood,
They'd go to hell or heaven.

Now Johny saddled up his horse,
He loosed his deerhounds three,
And with his arrows at his side,
He rode forth merrily.

When Johny shot the running buck,
He ate him heartily,
And then he slept upon the ground,
Among his deerhounds three.

Now Johny took his bugle-horn,
And blew so loud, so clear.
The foresters in Broadalow,
"Young Johny Cock is near!"

The rode o'er hills and mountains steep,
They rode o'er valleys wide,
When they did come where Johny slept
With deerhounds at his side.

The firstest arrow they did shoot,
It hit fair John on the eye;
But every time Johny pulled his bow,
A forester did die.

"Woe be, woe be to seven men,
Who struck me such a blow.
They hain't a wolf in all this wood
To come and treat me so."

His blood was like the roses red
That drippes down his crown.
The foresters' blood was redder still
As Johny shot them down.

"Stand strong, stand strong, my hound-dogs three,
The battle's almost done!
There once was seven men to fight,
And now there's only one.

"Oh pretty bird, oh singing bird,
Come bode what I do say:
My mother waits to hear the word,
Come, take fair John away!"

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