"And ye may gie my brother John My sword that's bent in the middle clear, And let him come at twelve o'clock, And see me pay the bishop's mare. "And ye may gie my brother James 45 My sword that's bent in the middle brown, And bid him come at four o'clock, And see his brother Hugh cut down. "Remember me to Maggy, my wife, The niest time ye gang o'er the moor; 50 Tell her, she staw the bishop's mare, Tell her, she was the bishop's whore. "And ye may tell my kith and kin I never did disgrace their blood, And when they meet the bishop's cloak, 55 To mak it shorter by the hood." HUGHIE THE GR[AE]ME. From _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, iii. 110. Gude Lord Scroope's to the hunting gane, He has ridden o'er moss and muir; And he has grippet Hughie the Gr[ae]me, For stealing o' the Bishop's mare. "Now, good Lord Scroope, this may not be! 5 Here hangs a broadsword by my side; And if that thou canst conquer me, The matter it may soon be tryed." "I ne'er was afraid of a traitor thief; Although thy name be Hughie the Gr[ae]me, 10 "I'll make thee repent thee of thy deeds, If God but grant me life and time." "Then do your worst now, good Lord Scroope, And deal your blows as hard as you can; It shall be tried within an hour, 15 Which of us two is the better man." 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 Gr[ae]me. 20 Then they hae grippit Hughie the Gr[ae]me, And brought him up through Carlisle town; The lasses and lads stood on the walls, Crying, "Hughie the Gr[ae]me, thou'se ne'er gae down!" Then they hae chosen a jury of men, 25 The best that were in Carlisle town; And twelve of them cried out at once, "Hughie the Gr[ae]me, thou must gae down!" Then up bespak him gude Lord Hume, As he sat by the judge's knee, 30 "Twenty white owsen, my gude lord, If you'll grant Hughie the Gr[ae]me to me." "O no, O no, my gude Lord Hume, Forsooth and sae it mauna be; For were there but three Gr[ae]mes of the name, 35 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 good lord judge, If you'll grant Hughie the Gr[ae]me to me." 40 "O no, O no, my gude Lady Hume, Forsooth and so it must na be; Were he but the one Gr[ae]me of the name, He suld be hanged high for me."