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' Make kinnen and capon ready, then,
And venison in great plentie ; We'll wellcum here our royal King;
I hope he'll dine at Gilnockie ! '—
v They ran their horse on the Langholme howm,
And brak their spears wi' mickle main ; The ladies lukit frae their loft windows—
God bring our men weel hame agen ! '
When Johnie cam' before the King,
Wi' a' his men sae brave to see, The King he movit his bonnet to him ;
He ween'd he was King as weel as he.
' May I find grace, my sovereign liege, Grace for my loyal men and me ?
For my name it is Johnie Armstrang,
And a subject of yours, my liege,' said he.
' Away, away, thou traitor Strang !
Out o' my sight soon mayst thou be! I grantit never a traitor's life,
And now I'll not begin wi' thee.'—
' Grant me my life, my liege, my King !
And a bonny gift I'll gie to thee : Full four-and-twenty milk-white steids,
Were a' foal'd in ae yeir to me.