Buchan's Manuscripts, I, 53.
| 1 |
Lord Home he is a hunting gane,
Through the woods and valleys clear,
And he has taen Sir Hugh the Gra+eme,
For stealing o the bishop's mare. |
| 2 |
They hae taen Sir Hugh the Gra+eme,
Led him down thro Strieveling town;
Fifeteen o them cried a' at ance,
'Sir Hugh the Gra+eme he must go down!' |
| 3 |
They hae causd a court to sit,
Mang a' their best nobilitie;
Fifeteen o them cried a' at ance,
Sir Hugh the Gra+eme he now must die!' |
| 4 |
Out is speaks the lady Black,
And o her will she was right free:
'A thousand pounds, my lord, I'll gie,
If Hugh the Gra+eme set free to me.' |
| 5 |
'Hold your tongue, ye Lady Black,
And ye'll let a' your pleadings be!
Though ye woud gie me thousands ten,
It's for my honour he must die.' |
| 6 |
Then out it speaks her Lady Bruce,
And o her will she was right free:
'A hundred steeds, my lord, I'll gie,
If ye'll gie Hugh the Gra+eme to me.' |
| 7 |
'O hold your tongue, ye Lady Bruce,
And ye'll let a' your pleadings be!
Though a' the Gra+emes were in this court,
It's for my honour he must die.' |
| 8 |
He looked over his shoulder,
It was to see what he coud see,
And there he saw his auld father,
Weeping and wailing bitterlie. |
| 9 |
'O hold your tongue, my old father,
And ye'll let a' your mourning be!
Though they bereave me o my life,
They canno had the heavens frae me. |
| 10 |
'Ye'll gie my brother John the sword
That's pointed wi the metal clear,
And bid him come at eight o'clock,
And see me pay the bishop's mare. |
| 11 |
'And, brother James, take here the sword
That's pointed wi the metal brown;
Come up the morn at eight o'clock,
And see your brother putten down. |
| 12 |
'And, brother Allan, take this sword
That's pointed wi the metal fine;
Come up the morn at eight o'clock,
And see the death o Hugh the Gra+eme. |
| 13 |
'Ye'll tell this news to Maggy my wife,
Niest time ye gang to Strievling town,
She is the cause I lose my life,
She wi the bishop playd the loon.' |
| 14 |
Again he ower his shoulder lookd,
It was to see what he could see,
And there he saw his little son,
Was screaming by his nourice knee. |
| 15 |
Then out it spake the little son,
'Since 'tis the morn that he must die,
If that I live to be a man,
My father's death revengd shall be.' |
| 16 |
'If I must die,' Sir Hugh replied,
'My friends o me they will think lack;'
He leapd a wa eighteen feet high,
Wi his hands bound behind his back. |
| 17 |
Lord Home then raised ten armed men,
And after him they did pursue;
But he has trudged ower the plain
As fast as ony bird that flew. |
| 18 |
He looked ower his left shoulder,
It was to see what he coud see;
His brother John was at his back,
And a' thee rest o his brothers three. |
| 19 |
Some they wound, and some they slew,
They fought sae fierce and valiantly;
They made his enemies for to yield,
And sent Sir Hugh out ower the sea. |
