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JOHNIE ARMSTRONG
XVI
' 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.'—
xvir ' Grant me my life, my liege, my King !
And a brave gift I'll gie to thee : All between heir and Newcastle town
Sail pay their yeirly rent to thee.'—
XVIII
' Away, away, thou traitor Strang !
Out o' my sight soon mayst thou be I I grantit never a traitor's life,
And now I'll not begin wi' thee.'—
XIX
' Ye lied, ye lied, now, King,' he says, ' Altho' a King and Prince ye be!
For I've luved naething in my life, I weel dare say it, but honesty :
XX
' Save a fat horse, and a fair woman, Twa bonny dogs to kill a deir ;
But England suld have found me meal and m Gif I had lived this hundred yeir !
XXI ' She suld have found me meal and mault,
And beef and mutton in a' plentie ; But never a Scots wyfe could have said
That e'er I skaith'd her a puir flee.
skaith'd] hurt, wronged.
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