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JOHNIE ARMSTRAXG. |
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" Pray have me remember'd to Peggy my wife, as
As she and I walk'd over the moor. She was the eause of the loss of my life,
And with the old bishop she play'd the whore.
"Here, Johnny Armstrong, take thou my sword, That is made of the metal so fine, w
And when thou com'st to the Border side,
Remember the death of Sir Hugh of the Grime." |
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[JOHNIE ARMSTRANG, OR,] A NORTHERN BALLET.
From Wit Restor'd, p. 132.
There dwelt a man in faire Westmerland, Jonne Armestrong men did him call,
He had nither lands nor rents coming in, Yet he kept eight score men in his hall.
He had horse and harness for them all, s
Goodly steeds were all milke white, O the golden bands an about their necks,
And their weapons they were all alike.
Newcs then was brought unto the king, That there was sicke a won as hee, w
That lived lyke a bold out-law, And robbed all the north country. |
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