Montrose Steeleye Span

When James the King ruled by sceptered crown
With bishops and pen from London town
And the sword could ne'er bring Scotland down
Where the cold North wind creeps through the dawn
At old Montrose on a winter's morn
The fourth Earl's only son was born

And he grew strong and he grew stern
Of books and knowledge he would learn
And so to Glasgow he must turn
For truth and valour he was named
For bowmanship he was acclaimed
And the silver arrow he did gain

First through France then to London town
This noble youth did proudly ride
With his good bow strapped in behind
Then his king's favour hе has sought
But slander brought it all to nought
To Scotland he sped back from court

But nеw king Charles, so ill advised
By Hamilton and Laud likewise
Scotland they betrayed by lies
With papacy and bad intent
A new prayer-book to Scotland sent
To control the kirk was his intent