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Hughie the Graeme

from 52 Folk Songs: Indigo by Phil Edwards

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Child 191; after Tony Capstick

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The Earl of Hume to the hunt has gone
Hunting of the fallow deer
And he has taken Hughie the Graeme
For stealing of the Bishop's mear.

Tay ammarey, O the linden derry
Tay ammarey, O the linden dee.

They have taken Hughie the Grame
Taken him into Carlisle town,
Fifteen of them cried out at once,
"O Hughie the Graeme, you must go down!"

Then up and spoke the Lady Black,
And a sorry woman was she
"I'll give a hundred milk-white steeds
If Hughie the Graeme today goes free."

"Hold your tongue now, Lady Black
All your pleading, let it be!
There was ne'er a Graeme before this court
That all your pleading could set free."

Then up spoke the Lady Hume
And of her will she was right free,
"I'll give one thousand pounds in gold
If Hughie the Grame is freed to me."

"Hold your tongue now, Lady Hume
All your pleading, set it by
Though you should give me thousands ten
It's for my honour he shall die."

They've taken him to the gallows knoll,
He's looked all on the gallows high,
Yet ne'er did colour leave his cheek,
Nor ever a tear fall from his eye.

Hughie the Graeme, he's looked all round,
All to see what he could see,
And he saw his father standing by,
Weeping for him piteously.

"Hold your tongue, my father dear
All your grieving, let it be!
Though they bereave me of my life
They cannot take the heavens from me.

"Give my brother James the sword
That's pointed with the metal brown
And bid him come at eight in the morn
To see his own brother being cut down.

"Give my brother John the sword
That's pointed with the metal clear,
And bid him come at eight in the morn
To see me pay the Bishop's mare.

"Give this word to Maggie my wife
Next time you go o'er the moor
Tell her she stole the Bishop's mare
Tell her she was the Bishop's whore.

"And you may tell my kith and kin
I never did disgrace my blood
And when they meet the Bishop's cloak
Leave it shorter by the hood."

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from 52 Folk Songs: Indigo, released November 1, 2011

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