III
The Eliots and Armstrangs did convene;
They were a gallant cumpanie—
‘We’ll ride and meit our lawful King,
And bring him safe to Gilnockie.’
IV
‘Make kinnen[545] and capon ready, then,
And venison in great plentie;
We’ll wellcum here our royal King;
I hope he’ll dine at Gilnockie!’—
V
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 hame agen!’
VI
When Johnie 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 King as weel as he.
VII
‘May I find grace, my sovereign liege,
Grace for my loyal men and me?
For my name it is Johnie Armstrang,
And a subject of yours, my liege,’ said he.