Johnnie Armstrong

Some speak of lords, some speak of lairds
 Some speak of man of high degree
 Of a gentle man I did sing a song
 Sometime called Lord of Gilnocky
 The king he writes a loving letter, with his own hand so tenderly
 And he has sent it to johnny armstrong
 To come and speak with him speedily
 The Elliots and the Armstrongs did converse
 They were a gallant company
 We'll ride and meet our lawful king
 And bring him safe to Gilnocky
 McDune and Cape already fell
 There is sun in great plenty, We'll welcome home our royal king
 And hope he'll dine in Gilnocky
 Now John he is for Edinburgh bound
 And his eight score men so gallantly
 And each upon a milk-white steed,
 With buckles and swords hanging down to their knees
 When Johnny came before the king
 He fell down upon his knee
 Oh pardon my sovereign liege he said
 Pardon my eight score men and me
 Away, away thou traitor strong
 Out of my sight you soon will be
 I have never granted any traitor's life
 And I'll not begin with thee
 Away, away thou traitor strong
 Out of my sight you soon will be
 For tomorrow morning by the ten o'clock
 You shall hang on the gallows tree
 Grant me my life my liege my king
 And a bonnie gift I'll give to thee
 Four and twenty mills complete
 That work all around the year for me
 Grant me my life my liege my king
 [note: there are another page and a half of lyrics;
 sorry I couldn't give them all.
 Maybe I could email them to you if you have an email address.]