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JOHNIE ARMSTRONG. |
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They ran their horse on the Langholme howm, And brake their speirs with mekle main ;
The ladys lukit frae their loft windows— " God bring our men weil back again!" ao
When Johny came before the King, With all his men so brave to see,
The King he movit his bonnet to him; He wein'd he was a King as well as he.
" May I find grace, my sovereign liege, a
Grace for my loyal men and me ?
For my name it is Johny Armstrang, And subject of yours, my liege," said he.
" Away, away, thou traytor Strang!
Out of my sicht sune mayst thou be ! so I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,
And now I'll not begin with thee."
" Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my King!
And a bonny gift I will give to thee— Full four-and-twenty milk-whyt steids, ss
Were a' foald in a yeir to me.
" I'll gie thee all these milk-whyt steids, That prance and nicher at a speir;
With as mekle gude Inglis gilt,
As four of their braid backs dow beir." « 17. Langum hown. 30. thou mayst sune. |
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