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T29153 IS there never a man in all Scotland, / Fromthe highest estate, to the lowest degree, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 513 JOHNNY ARMSTRONG's last Goodnight, / Declaring how he and his Eight-score Men, fought a / bloody Battle with the Scottish King at Edinburgh. JOHNNY ARMSTRONG’s last Goodnight, Declaring how he and his Eight-score Men, fought a bloody Battle with the Scottish King at Edingburgh. JOHNNY Armstrong's last Goodnight, Declaring how he and his Eight-score Men, fought a bloody Battle with the Scottish King at Edinburgh. ?-?

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IS there never a man in all Scotland, From the highest estate, to the lowest degree, That can shew himself before the King, Scotland is so full of treachery? Yes, there is a man in Westmoreland, Johnny Armstrong they do him call, He hath no lands, nor rents coming in, Yet he keeps eightscore men within his hall. He has horse and harness for them all, With goodly steeds that are milk white, With their goodly belts about their necks, With hats and feathers 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 Johnny lookd the letter upon, Good faith, he lookd as blith as a bird on a tree, I never was before a King in my life, My father, grandfather, nor none of us three. But seeing we must go before the King, Lord, we will go most gallantly. Ye shall every one have a velvet coat, Laid down with golden laces three, And ye shall have every one a scarlet cloak, Laid down with silver lace fine, With your golden belts about your necks, With hats and feathers all alike. But when Johnny went from Guiltnock-Hall, The wind blew hard, and full fast it did rain, Now fare thee well thou Guiltnock-Hall, I fear I shall never see thee again. Now Johnny is to Edinburgh gone, With his eightscore men so gallantly, And every one of them on a milk white steed, Their swords and bucklers hanging at their knees, But when Johnny came the King before, With his eightscore men so gallant to see, The King movd his bonnet to him, He thought he had been a King as well as he, O! pardon, O! pardon, my sovereign liege, A pardon for my eightscore men and me; For my name it is Johnny Armstrong, A subject of yours, my liege said he. Away with thee, thou false traitor, No pardon Ill grant to thee, But to morrow morning by eight of the clock, I will hang up thy eightscore men and thee.
Then Johnny lookd over his left shoulder; And to his merry men, thus said he, I have askd grace of a graceless face, No pardon there is for you or me. Then Johnny pulld out his nut brown sword, And it was made of metal free, Had not the king movd his foot as he did, Johnny had taken his head from his fair body. Come follow me, my merry men all, We will scorn one foot for to fly; It shall neer be said we were hanged like dogs, We will fight it out manfully Then they fought on like champions bold, For their hearts were sturdy, stout, and free, Till they had killd all the Kings good guards; There were none left, but two or three. But then rose up all Edinburgh; They rose up by thousands three, A cowardly scot came Johnny behind, And run him through the fair body. Said Johnny fight on my merry men all, I am a little wounded but am not slain, I will lay me down to bleed a while, And rise and fight with you again. Then they fought on like mad men all, Till many a man lay dead on the plain; For they were resolvd before they would yield, Every man should there be slain So there thy fought on most couragiously Till most of them lay dead there, and slain. But little Musgrave, that was his foot page, With his bonny grizzel got away untaen. But when he came to Guiltnock Hall, The lady spyd him presently, What news? what news? thou little foot page, What news from 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 But thou art welcome home my bonny Grizzel, Full oft has thou been fed with corn and hay, But now thou shalt be fed with bread and wine, Thy sides shall be spurrd no more I say. O then bespoke his little son, As he sat on his nurses knee, If ever I come to be a man, My fathers death revengd shall be.