John Armstrong- - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
JOHN ARMSTRONG-. Composed by Edward Kennedy. 
Now attention give I pray, and list to what I say: I'll do my best to please you in my song; A statement I will make of the sad unhappy fate, Of the late lamented coachman, John Armstrong. He was shot by Joseph Blair, who resided in Montclair; He fell a corpse outside the stable door. Now they say that Blair'll get free, tho' the reason I can't see, Unless because he's rich and Armstrong's poor. 
Chorus. Then let us sadly drop a tear, as we think of the friend so dear. Who's nOw sleeping where the willows gently wave. Tho' departed from us now, the hand of death upon his brow; We know the angels linger near his grave. 
Now suppose that Blair got free, a poor man like you or me Might be murdered in the street most any day; And would you think 'twas right for a poor man to be shot on sight, And the rich get off because they've stamps to pay? But how different it would be, were it either you or me, Who a rich man in a fit of passion shot; Why! they'd hang us-then and there-not aliving soul would care Whether we were hung up innocent or not.-Chorus.