They ran their horse on the langholme howm, And brak their spears wi' mickle main; The ladies lukit frae their loft windows-- "God bring our men weel hume again!" When Johnic cam before the King, Wi' a' his men sae brave to see, The King he movit his bonnet to him; He ween'd he was a King as weel as he. "May I rind grace, my sovereign liege, Grace for my loyal men and me? For my name it is Johr.ie Armstrong, And a subject of yours, my liege," said he. "Away, away, thou traitor Strang! Out o' my sight soon may'st thou be! I grantit never a traitor's life, And now I'll not begin wi' thee." "Grant me my life, my liege, my King! And a bonny gift I'll gie to thee-- Full four-and-twenty milk-white steids, Were a' foal'd in ae yeir to me. "I'll gie thee a' these milk-white steids, That prance and nicker at a speir; And as mickle gude Inglish gilt, As four o' their braid backs dow bear." "Away, away, thou traitor strang! Out o' my sight soon may'st thou be! I grantit never a traitor's life, And now I'll not begin wi' thee!" "Grant me my life, my liege, my King! And a bonny gift I'll gie to thee-- Gude four-and-twenty ganging mills, That gang thro' a' the yeir to me. * Rabbits. {200} "These four-and-twenty mills complete Sail gang for thee thro' a' the yeir; And as mickle of gude reid wheit, As a' their happers dow to bear." "Away, away, thou traitor strang! Out o' my sight soon may'st thou be! I grautit never a traitor's life, And now I'll not begin wi' thee!" "Grant me my life, my liege, my King! And a great great gift I'll gie to thee-- Bauld four-and-twenty sisters' sons, Sail for thee fecht, tho' a' should flee!" "Away, away, thou traitor strang! Out o' my sight soon may'st thou be! I grantit never a traitor's life, And now I'll not begin wi' thee!" "Grant me my life, my liege, my King! And a brave gift I'll gie to thee-- All between heir and Newcastle town Sail pay their yeirly rent to thee." "Away, away, thou traitor strang! Out o' my sight soon may'st thou be!