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HUGHIE THE GRAEME |
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He looked over his left shoulder, And for to see what he might see ;
There was he aware of his auld father, Came tearing his hair most piteouslie.
XIV
' O hald your tongue, my father,' he says, { And see that ye dinna weep for me!
For they may ravish me o' my life,
But they canna banish me fro' Heaven hie.
xv
' Here, Johnie Armstrang, take thou my sword. That is made o' the metal sae fine ;
And when thou comest to the English side, Remember the death of Hughie the Graeme.'
744, The Lochmaben Harper
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HEARD ye na o' the silly blind Harper, How long he lived in Lochmaben town ? And how he wad gang to fair England, To steal King Henry's Wanton Brown ?
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But first he gaed to his gude wyfe, Wi' a' the haste that he could thole—
' This waik,' quo' he, ' will ne'er gae weel, Without a mare that has a foal.'— |
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thole] suffer, be capable of.
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