But as they were dealing their blows so free, And both so bloody at the time, Over the moss came ten yeomen so tall, All for to take brave Hughie the Græme. Then they hae grippit Hughie the Græme, And brought him up through Carlisle town; The lasses and lads stood on the walls, Crying, "Hughie the Græme, thou'se ne'er gae down." Then hae they chosen a jury of men, The best that were in Carlisle town; And twelve of them cried out at once, "Hughie the Græme, thou must gae down." 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 Græme to me." "O no, O no, my gude Lord Hume! For sooth and sae it manna be; For, were there but three Græmes of the name, They suld be hanged a' for me." '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 Græme to me." "O no, O no, my gude Lady Hume! For sooth and so it must na be; Were he but the one Græme of the name, He suld be hanged high for me." "If I be guilty," said Hughie the Græme, "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; 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, But they canna banish me fro Heavin hie. "Fare 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, Remember the death of Hughie the Græme."[201]