8 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.’ 9 ‘O no, O no, my gude Lord Hume, Forsooth and sae it mauna be; For were there but three Græmes of the name, They suld be hanged a’ for me.’ 10 ’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 Græme to me.’ 11 ‘O no, O no, my gude Lady Hume, Forsooth and so it mustna be; Were he but the one Græme of the name, He suld be hanged high for me.’ 12 ‘If I be guilty,’ said Hughie the Græme, ‘Of me my friends shall hae small talk;’ And he has loupd fifteen feet and three, Though his hands they were tied behind his back. 13 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. 14 ‘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. 15 ‘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 playd the whore. 16 ‘Here, Johnnie 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.’ * * * * * D Roxburghe Ballads, III, 456; edited for the Ballad Society by J. W. Ebsworth, VI, 598. 1 Good Lord John is a hunting gone, Over the hills and dales so far, For to take Sir Hugh in the Grime, For stealing of the bishop’s mare. He derry derry down 2 Hugh in the Grime was taken then And carried to Carlisle town; The merry women came out amain, Saying, The name of Grime shall never go down! 3 O then a jury of women was brought, Of the best that could be found; Eleven of them spoke all at once, Saying, The name of Grime shall never go down! 4 And then a jury of men was brought, More the pity for to be! Eleven of them spoke all at once, Saying, Hugh in the Grime, you are guilty. 5 Hugh in the Grime was cast to be hangd, Many of his friends did for him lack; For fifteen foot in the prisin he did jump, With his hands tyed fast behind his back. 6 Then bespoke our good Lady Ward, As she set on the bench so high: ‘A peck of white pennys I’ll give to my lord, If he’ll grant Hugh Grime to me. 7 ‘And if it be not full enough, I’ll stroke it up with my silver fan; And if it be not full enough, I’ll heap it up with my own hand.’