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Hughie Graham
HUGHIE GRAME—B
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Johnson's Museum, No 303, p. 312, contributed by Burns; Cromek, Reliques of Robert Burns, 4th ed., 1817, p. 287; Cromek, Select Scottish Songs, etc., 1810, II, 151. From oral tradition in Ayrshire.
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Our lords are to the mountains gane,A hunting o the fallow deer,
And they hae gripet Hughie Graham,
For stealing o the bishop's mare.
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And they hae tied him hand and foot,And led him up thro Stirling town;
The lads and lasses met him there,
Cried, Hughie Graham, thou art a loun!
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‘O lowse my right hand free,’ he says,‘And put my braid sword in the same,
He's no in Stirling town this day
Daur tell the tale to Hughie Graham.’
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Up then bespake the brave Whitefoord,As he sat by the bishop's knee:
‘Five hundred white stots I'll gie you,
If ye'll let Hughie Graham gae free.’
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‘O haud your tongue,’ the bishop says,‘And wi your pleading let me be!
For tho ten Grahams were in his coat,
Hughie Graham this day shall die.’
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Up then bespake the fair Whitefoord,As she sat by the bishop's knee:
‘Five hundred white pence I'll gee you,
If ye'll gie Hughie Graham to me.’
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‘O haud your tongue now, lady fair,And wi your pleading let it be!
Altho ten Grahams were in his coat,
It's for my honour he maun die.’
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They've taen him to the gallows-knowe,He looked to the gallows-tree,
Yet never colour left his cheek,
Nor ever did he blink his ee.
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At length he looked round about,To see whatever he could spy,
And there he saw his auld father,
And he was weeping bitterly.
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‘O haud your tongue, my father dear,And wi your weeping let it be!
Thy weeping's sairer on my heart
Than a' that they can do to me.
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‘And ye may gie my brother JohnMy sword that's bent in the middle clear,
And let him cone at twelve o'clock,
And see my pay the bishop's mare.
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‘And ye may gie my brother JamesMy sword that's bent in the middle brown,
And bid him come at four o'clock,
And see his brother Hugh cut down.
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‘Remember me to Maggy my wife,The niest time ye gang oer the moor;
Tell her, she staw the bishop's mare,
Tell her, she was the bishop's whore.
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‘And ye may tell my kith and kinI never did disgrace their blood,
And when they meet the bishop's cloak,
To mak it shorter by the hood.’
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