Will I begin again?Yes.Johnny rose in a May morning, called for water to wash his hands,and he galled for his twaggery hands to be bound in iron chains,chains to be bound in iron chains.Johnny shot the dandier lap, she was wounded in the side,and between the waters and the woods the greyhound laid her pride, pride,and the greyhound laid her pride.Now Johnny to the venison and the dog's uncle they bleed,and they all lay down and fell asleep, asleep as they'd been deed, deed,asleep as they'd been deed.And by there come a silly old man, and a silly old man was he,and he's a what the king swore a stars for a tale on young Johnny,for a tale on young Johnny.Johnny shot six o' 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 gweed been bow is broke, and his twaggery hands are slain,his body lies in money musk, and he's hunting deser'deen,deen, and he's hunting deser'deen.