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HUGHIE THE GR^IME. 57
" If I be guilty," said Hughie the Graeme, « " Of me my friends shall have small talk; "
And he has louped fifteen feet and three,
Though his hands they were tied behind his back.
He looked over his left shoulder,
And for to see what he might see; m
There was he aware of his auld father,
Came tearing his hair most piteouslie.
" O hald your tongue, my father," he says, "And see that ye dinna weep for me !
For they may ravish me o' my life, ss
But they canna banish me fro' Heaven hie.
" Fair ye weel, fair Maggie, my wife!
The last time we came ower the muir, 'Twas thou bereft me of my life,
And wi' the Bishop thou play"d the whore. <»
" Here, Johnie Armstrang, take thou my sword, That is made o' the metal sae fine;
And when thou comest to the English side, Eemember the death of Hughie the Grasme." |
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