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T206302 IS there never a Man in all Scotland, / From the highest rank to the lowest degree, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 289752 The last Good Night of the Valiant / JOHNNY ARMSTRONG: / SHEWING, / How Johnny Armstrong, and his Eight-score Men fought a / desperate and bloody Battle with the Scottish King at / Edinburgh City: And how he and all his Valiant Men / were slain. The last Good Night of the Valiant JOHNNY ARMSTRONG: SHEWING, How Johnny Armstrong, and his Eight-score Men fought a desperate and bloody Battle with the Scottish King at Edinburgh City: And how he and all his Valiant Men were slain. The last Goodnight of the Valiant JOHNNY ARMSTRONG: SHOWING, How Johnny Armstrong, and his Eight-score Men fought a desperate and bloody Battle with the Scottish King at Edinburgh City: And how he and all his Valiant Men were slain. 1775-1775

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IS there never a Man in all Scotland, From the highest rank to the lowest degree, That can shew himself before the King, Scotlands so full of treachery? Yes theres a man in Westmorland, And Johnny Armstrong they do him call; He hath no lands nor rents at all, Yet he keeps eight-score men within his hall.
He has horse and harness for them all, And goodly steeds that be milk-white; With golden belts about their necks, And hats and feathers all alike. The King he writes a loving letter, And with his own hand so tenderly; And hath sent it unto John Armstrong, To come and speak with him speedily.
When Johnny lookd the letter upon, Good Lord he lookd as blythe as a bird on a tree; I was never before a King in my life, My Grandfather, Father, 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 gold laces three. And you shall evry one have a scarlet cloak, Laid down with silver laces five: With golden belts about your necks, Your hats and feathers all alike. But when Johnny went from Guiltnock-Hall, The wind blew hard, and full fare it did rain; Now fare thou well thou Guiltnock-hall, I fear I shall neer see thee again. Now Johnny is to Edinburgh gone, With his eight-score Men so gallantly: And every one on a milk-white stead, With sword and buckler by his knee. But when John came the King before, With his eight-score men so gallantly to see: The King moved his bonnet to him, And thought him a King as well as he. O pardon! O pardon! my Sovreign Liege, O pardon my eight-score 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 I will grant thee: But to-morrow morning by eight oclock, Ill hang up thy eight-score men and thee; Then John lookd over his left Shoulder, And to his merry men thus said he: I have asked Grace of a graceless face, No pardon there is for you and me. Then John pulld out his nut brown sword, Which was made of metal so free: Had not the King movd his foot as he did, John had taken his head from his body.
Come follow me my merry men all, We will scorn one foot for to fly: It shant be said we were hanged like dogs, We will fight it out most manfully. Then they fought on like champions bold, Their hearts were sturdy stout and free, Till they killed the Kings life-guard, There were none left but two or three: But then arose up all Edinburgh city, And they arose up by thousands three: A cowardly Scot came Johnny behind, And run him through the fair body. Said John, fight on my merry men all, Im a little wounded but am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while, And rise to fight with you again. Then they fought on like madmen all, Till many a man lay dead on the plain: They were resolvd before they would yield, That evry man should there be slain So they fought on most couragiously, Till most of them lay dead and slain: But little Musgrove, who was his foot-page, With bonny Grizel got away untaen. And when he came unto Guiltnock-hall, The Lady espyd him presently: What news what news thou bonny foot-page, What news from thy master and his company. My news is bad, fair Lady, he said, Which I do bring, as you may see, My master Johnny Armstrong he is slain, And all his brave gallant company. Thou art welcome home my bonny Grizel, Full oft thous been with corn and hay: But now thoull be fed with bread and wine, Thy sides shall be spurrd no more, I say. O then spoke out his little pretty son, As he sat on his nurses knee; If ever I shall live to be a man, My Fathers death shall revenged be.
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