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Johnie Armstrang
JOHNIE ARMSTRONG—C
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Allan Ramsay, The Ever Green, II, 190, “copied from a gentleman's mouth of the name of Armstrang, who is the 6th generation from this John.”
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Sum speiks of lords, sum speiks of lairds,And siclyke men of hie degrie;
Of a gentleman I sing a sang,
Sumtyme calld Laird of Gilnockie.
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The king he wrytes a luving letter,With his ain hand sae tenderly:
And he hath sent it to Johny Armstrang,
To cum and speik with him speidily.
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The Eliots and Armstrangs did convene,They were a gallant company:
‘We'ill ryde and meit our lawful king,
And bring him safe to Gilnockie.
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‘Make kinnen and capon ready, then,And venison in great plenty;
We'ill welcome hame our royal king;
I hope he'ill dyne at Gilnockie!’
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They ran their horse on the Langum howm,And brake their speirs with mekle main;
The ladys lukit frae their loft-windows,
‘God bring our men weil back again!’
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When Johny came before the king,With all his men sae brave to see,
The king he movit his bonnet to him;
He weind he was a king as well as he.
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‘May I find grace, my sovereign liege,Grace for my loyal men and me?
For my name it is Johny Armstrang,
And subject of yours, my liege,’ said he.
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‘Away, away, thou traytor, strang!Out of my sicht thou mayst sune be!
I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,
And now I'll not begin with thee.’
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‘Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my king,And a bony gift I will give to thee;
Full four-and-twenty milk-whyt steids,
Were a' foald in a yeir to me.
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‘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.’
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‘Away, away, thou traytor strang!Out o' my sicht thou mayst sune be!
I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,
And now I'll not begin with thee.’
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‘Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my king,And a bony gift I'll gie to thee;
Gude four-and-twenty ganging mills,
That gang throw a' the yeir to me.
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‘These four-and-twenty mills completeSall gang for thee throw all the yeir,
And as mekle of gude reid wheit
As all their happers dow to bear.’
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‘Away, away, thou traytor, strang!Out of my sicht thou mayst sune be!
I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,
And now I'll not begin with thee.’
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‘Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my king,And a great gift I'll gie to thee;
Bauld four-and-twenty sisters sons,
Sall for the fecht, tho all sould flee.’
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‘Away, away, thou traytor, strang!Out of my sicht thou mayst sune be!
I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,
And now I'll not begin with thee.’
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‘Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my king,And a brave gift I'll gie to thee;
All betwene heir and Newcastle town
Sall pay thair yeirly rent to thee.’
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‘Away, away, thou traytor, strang!Out of my sicht thou mayst sune be!
I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,
And now I'll not begin with thee.’
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‘Ye lied, ye lied, now, king,’ he says,‘Althocht a king and prince ye be,
For I luid naithing in all my lyfe,
I dare well say it, but honesty;
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‘But a fat horse, and a fair woman,Twa bony dogs to kill a deir:
But Ingland suld haif found me meil and malt,
Gif I had livd this hundred yeir!
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‘Scho suld haif found me meil and malt,And beif and mutton in all plentie;
But neir a Scots wyfe could haif said
That eir I skaithd her a pure flie.
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‘To seik het water beneth cauld yce,Surely it is a great folie;
I haif asked grace at a graceless face,
But there is nane for my men and me.
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‘But had I kend, or I came frae hame,How thou unkynd wadst bene to me,
I wad haif kept the border-syde,
In spyte of all thy force and thee.
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‘Wist Englands king that I was tane,O gin a blyth man wald he be!
For anes I slew his sisters son,
And on his breist-bane brak a tree.’
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John wore a girdle about his midle,Imbroiderd owre with burning gold,
Bespangled with the same mettle,
Maist beautifull was to behold.
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Ther hang nine targats at Johnys hat,And ilk an worth three hundred pound:
‘What wants that knave that a king suld haif,
But the sword of honour and the crown!
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‘O whair gat thou these targats, Johnie,That blink sae brawly abune thy brie?’
‘I gat them in the field fechting,
Wher, cruel king, thou durst not be.
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‘Had I my horse, and my harness gude,And ryding as I wont to be,
It sould haif bene tald this hundred yeir
The meiting of my king and me.
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‘God be withee, Kirsty, my brither,Lang live thou Laird of Mangertoun!
Lang mayst thou live on the border-syde
Or thou se thy brither ryde up and doun.
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‘And God be withee, Kirsty, my son,Whair thou sits on thy nurses knee!
But and thou live this hundred yeir,
Thy fathers better thoult never be.
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‘Farweil, my bonny Gilnock-Hall.Whair on Esk-syde thou standest stout!
Gif I had lived but seven yeirs mair,
I wald haif gilt thee round about.’
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John murdred was at Carlinrigg,And all his galant companie:
But Scotlands heart was never sae wae,
To see sae mony brave men die.
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Because they savd their country deirFrae Englishmen; nane were sae bauld,
Whyle Johnie livd on the border-syde,
Nane of them durst cum neir his hald.
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