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ARMSTRONG'S GOODNIGHT.
" Throw me my irons," quo' Lieutenant Gordon ,
" I wot they cost me dear aneugh."
•' The shame a ma," quo' mettled John Ha',
" They'll he gude shackles to my pleugh."
" Come thro', come thro', Lieutenant Gordon !
Come thro' and di-ink some wine wi' me !
Yestreen I was your prisoner,
But now this morning am I free."
ARMSTRONG'S GOODNIGHT.
[The following verses are said to have been composed by one of the Armstrongs, executed foi
the murder of Sir John Carmichael, of Edrom, warden of the middle marches. (See p. 71.
The tune is popular in Scotland: but whether these are the original words, will admit of i
doubt.]
This night is my departing night,
For here nae langer must I stay ;
There's neither friend nor foe o' mine,
But wishes mc away.
What I have done thro' lack of wit,
I never, never, can recall ;
I hope ye're a' my friends as yet ;
Goodnight and joy be with you all !

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