For my name it is Johnie Armstrang,
And subject of your's, my liege," said he.
"Away, away, thou traitor strang!
Out o' my sight soon may'st thou be!
I grantit nevir 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,