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JOHNIE AEMSTKANG. |
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Said John, " Fight on, my merry men all,
I am a little wounded, but am not slain; to
I will lay me down to bleed a while, Then I'll rise and fight with you again."
Then they fought on like mad men all, Till many a man lay dead on the plain,
For they were resolved before they would yield, n That every man would there be slain.
So there they fought couragiously,
'Till most of them lay dead there and slain,
But little Musgrave, that was his foot-page, With his bonny Grissel got away unta'n. so
But when he came to Giltnock-Hall,
The Lady spy'd him presently ; ". What news, what news, thou little foot-page,
What news from thy master, and his company ? "
" My news is bad, Lady," he said, ss
" Which I do bring, as you may see,
My master Johnny Armstrong is slain, And all his gallant company.
" Yet thou are welcome home, my bonny
Grissel, Full oft thou hast been fed with corn and hay, sc But now thou shalt be fed with bread and wine, And thy sides shall be spurr'd no more, I say." |
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