Johny he has risen up i' the morn, Calls for water to wash his hands; But little knew he that his bloody hounds Were bound in iron bands, bands, Were bound in iron bands. Johny's mother has gotten word o' that, And care-bed she has tane: "O Johny, for my benison, I beg you'l stay at hame; For the wine so red, and the well baken bread, My Johny shall want nane. "There are seven forsters at Pickeram Side, At Pickeram where they dwell, And for a drop of thy heart's bluid They wad ride the fords of hell.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POST-MORTEM by EMILY DICKINSON LULLABY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON ENCOURAGED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE NEW YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON SNOWBOUND by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 4. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND, IN THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE |