Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,
No. 87, Abbotsford; in the handwriting
of William Laidlaw. "From Robert
Laidlaw."
| 1 |
Gude Lord Scroop's to the huntin gane;
He's ridden oer monie a moss an muir,
An he has grippit Hughie the Graeme,
For stealin o the bishop's mare. |
| 2 |
An they hae grippit Hughie the Graeme,
An brought him up thro Carlisle town;
The lasses an lads they stood by the wa's,
Cryin, Hughie the Graeme, thou's no gae down! |
| 3 |
They ha chosen a jury o men,
The best that were i Coventry,
An fifteen o them out a' at anse,
'Hughie the Graeme, thou art guiltie.' |
| 4 |
Than up bespak him gude Lord Hume,
As he sat at the judge's knee;
'Twentie white ousen, my gude lord,
If ye'll grant Hughie the Graeme to me.' |
| 5 |
'O no, no, no, my gude Lord Hume,
For sooth an so it mauna be;
For war there but twae Graems o the name,
They sould be hangit a' for me.' |
| 6 |
'T was up than spak her gude Lady Hume,
As she sat by the judge's knee;
'A peck o white pennies, my gude lord,
If ye'll grant Hughie the Greame to me.' |
| 7 |
'O no, O no, my gude Lady Hume,
For sooth an so it sal na be;
For war there but twae Greames of the name,
They soud be hangit a' for me.' |
| 8 |
'If I be guilty,' said Hughie the Gramme,
'Of me my friends sal hae nae lack;'
An he has hippen fifteen feet an three,
An his hands they war tyed ahint his back. |
| 9 |
He's lookit oer his left shouther,
To see what he coud see,
An there he saw his auld father commin,
An he was weepin bitterlie. |
| 10 |
'O had yer tongue, my father,' he says,
'An see that ye dinna weep for me,
For they may ravish me o my life,
But they canna banish me thrae the heavens hie. |
| 11 |
'Fare ye weel, Maggie, my wife;
The last time I came oer the muir,
It was you berievt me o my life,
An wi the bishop playd the w[hore].' |
