Francis James Child

“ Of the best that could be found;
Eleven of them spoke all at once,
Saying, The name of Grime shall never go down!
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.
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.
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. ”

“ She was the cause of [the loss of] my life,
And with the old bishop she plaid the whore.
'Here, Johnny Armstrong, take thou my sword,
That is made of the mettle so fine,
And when thou comst to the border-side,
Remember the death of Sir Hugh of the Grime.'
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OUR lords are to the mountains gane,
A hunting o the fallow deer,
And they hae gripet Hughie Graham,
For stealing o the bishop's mare. ”

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AS it befell upon one time,
About mid-summer of the year,
Every man was taxt of his crime,
For stealing the good Lord Bishop's mare.
The good Lord Screw he sadled a horse,
And rid after this same scrime;
Before he did get over the moss,
There was he aware of Sir Hugh of the Grime. ”