| 1 |
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. |
| 2 |
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! |
| 3 |
'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. |
| 4 |
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.' |
| 5 |
'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.' |
| 6 |
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.' |
| 7 |
'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.' |
| 8 |
'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. |
| 9 |
'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.' |
| 10 |
He looked oer his left shoulder,
To see what he could spy or see,
And there he spied his old father,
Was weeping bitterly. |
| 11 |
'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. |
| 12 |
'You may give my brother John
The 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. |
| 13 |
'You may give my brother James
The sword that's of the mettle brown;
Tell him to come the morn at four o clock
To see his brother Hugh cut down.' |
| 14 |
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.' |
