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HUGHIE GRAME—H
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“Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 4, Abbotsford; in the handwriting of William Laidlaw.
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Lairds and lords a hounting gane,Out-over hills and valleys clear,
And there they met Hughie Grame,
Was riding on the bishop's mare.
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And they have tied him hand and foot,And they have carried him to Stirling town;
The lads and lasses there about
Crys, Hughie Grame, you are a lown!
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‘If I be a lown,’ says he,‘I am sure my friends has had bad luck;’
We that he jumpted fifteen foot,
With his hands tied behind his back.
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Out and spoke Laidy Whiteford,As she sat by the bishop's knee;
‘Four-and-twenty milk-kie I'll give to thee,
If Hughie Grame you will let free.’
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‘Hold your tongue, my laidy Whiteford,And of your pleading now lay by;
If fifty Grames were in his coat,
Upon my honour he shall die.’
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Out and spoke Lord Whiteford,As he sat by the bishop's knee;
‘Four-and-twenty stots I'll give thee,
If Hughie Grame you will let free.’
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‘Hold your tongue, my lord Whiteford,And of your pleading now lay by;
If twenty Grames were in his coat,
Upon my honour he shall die.’
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‘You may tell to Meg, my wife,The first time she comes through the mu[ir],
She was the causer of my death,
For with the bishop [she] plaid the whore.
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‘You may tell to Meg, my wife,The first time she comes through the town,
She was the causer of my death,
For with the bishop [she] plaid the lown.’
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He looked oer his left shoulder,To see what he could spy or see,
And there he spied his old father,
Was weeping bitterly.
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‘Hold your tongue, my dear father,And of your weeping now lay by;
They may rub me of my sweet life,
But not from me the heavence high.
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‘You may give my brother JohnThe sword that's of the mettle clear,
That he may come the morn at four o clock
To see me pay the bishop's mare.
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‘You may give my brother JamesThe sword that's of the mettle brown;
Tell him to come the morn at four o clock
To see his brother Hugh cut down.’
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Up and spoke his oldest son,As he sat by his nurse's knee;
‘If ere I come to be a man,
Revenged for my father['s] death I'll be.’
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