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2.133 R234329 1 a pretty new Northern Tune Johnny Armstrong A Pretty New Northern Tune IS there never a man in all Scotland,/ from the highest estate, to the lowest degree ANd ye shall every one have a scarlet Cloak,/ laid down with silver laces five, author from Wing; title unclear: John ARMSTRONG's Last Good-Night./ [d]eclaring how Io[h]n A[r]mstr[o]n[g] and his eightscore men fought a bloody bout with the Scot-tish King at Edinbo[r]ough. Pepys 2.133 Wing R84D; Rollins (2) 1300 (Mch. 26, 1658, ii, 171, Fran. Grove); Rollins (2) 1301 (Mch. 1, 1675, ii, 499) Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 133 John ARMSTRONG's Last Good-Night./ declaring how Iohn Armstrong and his eightscore men fought a bloody bout with the Scot-/ tish King at Edinborough. John ARMSTRONG's Last Good-Night. [D]eclaring how John Armstrong and his eightscore men fought a bloody bout with the Scot- ish King at Edinborough. John Armstrong's Last Good-night. Declaring How John Armstrong and His Eightscore Men Fought a Bloody Bout With the Scottish King at Edinburgh. The second Part, The second Part, The Second Part, R., T. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 197 x 305 cropped left edge, damaged surface, uneven inking 1686-1688 Printed for W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger W. Thackeray, T. Passinger Blagden

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IS there never a man in all Scotland, from the highest estate, to the lowest degree That can shew himself now before the King, Scotland is so full of treachery. Yes there is a man in Westmorland, and Jonny Armstrong they do him call, He has no lands nor Rents coming in, yet he keeps eightscore men within his hall. He has Horse and Harness for them all, and goodly steeds that be milk-white, With their goodly belts about their Necks, with Hats and Leathers all alike.
The King he writes a loving letter, and with his own hand so tenderly, And hath sent it unto Johnny Armstrong, to come and speak with him speedily. When John he looked this letter upon, good lord he lookt as blith as a bird in a tree, I was never before a King in my life, my father, my grandfather, nor none of us three But seeing we must go before the king, Lord we will goe most gallantly, Ye shall every one have a Velvet Coat, laid down with Golden Laces three. The second Part, to the same Tune.
ANd ye shall every one have a scarlet Cloak, laid down with silver laces five, With your golden belts about your necks, with Hats and brave Feathers alike. But when John he went from Giltknock-hall, the wind it blew hard & full fast it did rain, Now fare thee well thou Giltknock-hall, I fear I shall never see thee again. Now Johnny is to Edenborough gone, with his eightscore men so gallantly, And every one of them on a milk-white steed, with their bucklers and Swords hanging to their knee. But when John came the King before, with his eightscore men so gallant to see, The King he mov'd his Bonnet to him, he thought he had been a King as well as he. O pardon, pardon, my Soveraign Leige, pardon for my eightscore men and me, For my name it is Johnny Armstrong, and a subject of yours, my Leige, said he. Away with thee thou false Traytor, no pardon will I grant to thee, But to morrow morning by eight of the clock I will hang up thy eightscore men and thee. Then Johnny lookt over his left shoulder, and to his merry men thus said he, I have asked grace of a graceless face, no pardan there is for you or me. Then John pull'd out his nut-brown Sword, and it was made of mettle so free, Had not the King mov'd his foot as he did, John had taken his head from his fair body. Come follow me my merry men all, we will scorn one foot for to flye, It shall ne'r be said we were hung like dogs, we will fight it out so manfully.
Then they fought on like Champions bold, for their hearts were sturdy, stout and free. Till they had killed all the Kings good guard, there was none left alive but two or three. But then rose up all Edenborough, they rose up by the thousands three, A cowarly Scot came John behind, and run him thorow the fair body. Said John fight on my merry men all, I am a little wounded but am not slain. I will lay me down for to bleed a while, then I'le rise and fight with you again. Then they fought on like mad men all, till many a man lay dead upon the plain, For they were resolved before they would yield that every man would there be slain. So there they fought couragiously, till most of them lay dead there and slain, But little Musgrove that was his Foot-page, with his bonny Grissel got away untain. But when he came to Guilt knock-hall, the Lady spied him presently, What news, what news, thou little Foot-page. what news fom thy Master and his company. My news is bad, Lady he said, which I do bring, as you may see, My Master Johnny Armstrong is slain, and all his gallant company. Yet thou art welcome home my bonny Grissel, full oft thou hast been fed with corn and hay But now thou shalt be fed with bread and wine and thy sides shall be spur'd no more I say. O then bespake his little Son, as he sat on his Nurses knee, If ever I live to be a man, my fathers death reveng'd shall be.
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