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If this be true, thou silly auld man,
Which you tell unto me,
Five hundred pounds of yearly rent.
It shall not pay your fee.
But if this be a lie, thou silly auld man,
Which you tell unto me.
The highest tree in a' yon wood,
On it you'll hangit be."
It's doun, doun, and it's doun, doun,
It's doun amang the scroggs,
There they espied brave Johnie lie,
Sleepin amang his dogs.
Out then shot one, out then shot two.
Out then shot two or three ;
Out shot the Master Forester,
Wounded Johnie abune the knee.
" O wae be to you seven foresters I
I wonder ye dinna think shame,
You being seven sturdy men,
And I but a man my lane.
Now fail me not, my ten jBngers,
That are both long and small ;
Now fail me not, my noble heart,
For in thee I trust for all.
Now fail me not, my gude bend bow.
That was in London coft ;
Now fail me not, my golden string.
Which my true lover wrocht.
Stand stout, stand stout, my noble dogs,
Stand stout, and dinna flee I