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And they hae tied him hand and foot,
And led him up thro' Stirling town;
The lads and lafses met him there,
'Cried, Hughie Graham thou art a loun .
O lowfe my right hand free, he fays,
And put my braid fword in the fame;
He's no in Stirling town this day,
Daur tell the tale to Hughie Graham.
Up then befpake the brave Whitefoord ,
As he fat by the bifhop's knee,
Five hundred white ftots I'll gie you,
If ye'll let Hughie Graham gae free.
O haud your tongue, the bifhop fays,
And wi* your pleading let me be;
For tho' ten Grahams were in his coat,
Hughie Graham this day fhall die.
Up then befpake the fair Whitefoord,
As fhe fat by the bifhop's knee;
Five hundred white pence I'll gee you,
If ye'U gie Hughie Graham to me.
O haud your tongue now lady fair,
And wi' your pleading let it be,
SfAltho f en Grahams were in his coat,
Its for try honor he maun die.
They ve taen him to the galfows knowe,
He 'ooked to the gallows tree,
Yet never colourleft his cheek,
Nor ever did he blm' his ee.
At length he looked round about,- •
To fee whatever he could fpy;
And there he faw his auld father,
And he was weeping bitterly.
haud your tongue, my father dear,
And wi' your weeping let it be;
Thy weepings fairer on my heart,
Than a' that they can do to me.
And ye may gie my brother- John,
My fword that's bent in the middle du»r,
And let him come at twelve o clock ,
And fee me pay the bifhop's mare.
And ye may gie jny brother James.
My fword that's bent in the middle brow-
And bid him come at four o' clock,
And fee his brother Hugh cut down.
Remember me to Maggy my wife,
The nieft time ye gang oer the moor,
Tell her, fhe ftaw the bifhop's mare,
Tell her, fhe was the bifhop's whore.
And ye may tell my kith and kin,
1 never did difgrace their blood;
And when they meet the bifhop's clcA
To mak it fhoiter bv the hood.