To see whom he could see or spye;
There was he aware of his mother dear,
Came tearing her hair most pittifully.
22
‘Pray have me remembred to Peggy, my wife;
As she and I walkt over the moor,
She was the cause of [the loss of] my life,
And with the old bishop she plaid the whore.
23
‘Here, Johnny Armstrong, take thou my sword,