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Then up bespak the brave Whitefooid,
As he sat by the bishop's knee ;
" Five hundred white stots* I'll gie you,
If ye'll let Hughie Graham gae free."
<^ O baud your tongue," the bishop says,
<' And wi' your pleading let me be ;
For though ten Grahams were in his coat,
Hughie Graham this day shall dee."
Up then bespak the fair Whitefoord,
As she sat by the bishop's knee :
" Five hundred white pence I'll gie you.
If ye'll gie Hughie Graham to me."
" O baud your tongue, now, lady fair.
And wi' your pleading let it be ;
Were he but the one Graham of the name,
He suld be hangit high for me."
They've taen him to the Gallows-knowe :
He lookit to the gallows tree ;
Yet never colour left his cheek.
Nor ever did he blink his ee.
At length he lookit round about.
To see whatever he could spy ;
And there he saw his auld father.
And he was weeping bitterly.
" O baud your tongue, my father dear,
And wi' your weeping let it be.
Thy weeping's sairer on my heart
Than a' that they can do to me.
* Oxen.
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