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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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HUGHIE THE GRAEME
VII
Then they hac chosen a jury of men, The best that were in Carlisle town;
And twelve of them cried out at once,
'Hughie the Graeme, thou must gae down : '
VIII
Then up bespak him gude Lord Hume,
As he sat by the judge's knee; ' Twenty white owsen, my gude lord,
If you'll grant Hughie the Graeme to me.'
IX
' O no, O no, my gude Lord Hume!
For sooth and sae it mauna be; For, were there but three Graemes of the name,
They suld be hanged a' for me.'
x
'Twas up and spake the gude Lady Hume,
As she sat by the judge's knee ; ' A peck of white pennies, my gude lord judge,
If you'll grant Hughie the Graeme to me !'
XI
' O 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.'
XII
' If I be guilty,' said Hughie the Graeme, ' Of me my friends shall have small talk';
And he 's louped fifteen feet and three,
Though his hands they were tied behind his back. 738
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