Steeleye Span 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 wеlcome home our royal king
And hope hе'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
