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HITGHIE THE GRJ5ME.
Then they hae grippit Hughie the Graeme, And brought him up through Carlisle town ;
The lasses and lads stood on the walls,
Crying, " Hughie the Graeme, thou'se ne'er gae down!"
Then they hae chosen a jury of men, a
The best that were in Carlisle town ;
And twelve of them cried out at once,
" Hughie the Graeme, thou must gae down !"
Then up bespak him gude Lord Hume,
As he sat by the judge's knee, so
"Twenty white owsen, my gude lord,
If you'll grant Hughie the Graeme to me."
" 0 no, 0 no, my gude Lord Hume,
Forsooth and sae it mauna be ; For were there but three Graemes of the name, ss
They suld be hanged a' for me."
'Twas up and spake the gude Lady Hume,
As she sat by the judge's knee, "A peck of white pennies, my good lord judge,
If you'll grant Hughie the Graeme to me." «
" 0 no, O no, my gude Lady Hume,
Forsooth and so it must na be ; Were he but the one Graeme of the name,
He suld be hanged high for me."