e owsen, my gude lord,
If ye'll grant Hughie the Graeme to me.'

'O haud your tongue,' the Bishop says,
'And wi' your pleading let me be;
For tho' ten Grahams were in his coat,
They suld be hangit a' for me.'

Up then and spake the fair Whitefoord,
As she sat by the Bishop's knee,
'A peck o' white pennies, my good lord,
If ye'll grant Hughie the Graeme to me.'

'O haud your tongue now, lady fair,
Forsooth, and so it sall na be;
Were he but the one Graham of the name,
He suld be hangit high for me.'

They've ta'en him to the gallows knowe,
He looked to the gallows tree,
Yet never colour left his cheek,
Nor ever did he blink his e'e.

He looked over his left shoulder
To try whatever he could see,
And he was aware of his auld father,
Tearing his hair most piteouslie.

'O haud your tongue, my father dear,
And see that ye dinna weep for me!
For they may ravish me o' my life,
But they canna banish me fro' Heaven hie.

And ye may gie my brither 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 brither James
My sword that's bent in the middle brown,
And bid him come at four o'clock,
And see his brither Hugh cut down.

And ye may tell my kith and kin
I never did disgrace their blood;
And when they meet the Bishop's cloak,
To mak' it shorter by the hood.'

XXIX

KINMONT WILLIE

THE CAPTURE

O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde?
O have ye na heard o' the keen Lord Scroope?
How they hae ta'en bold Kinmont Willie,
On Haribee to hang him up?

Had Willie had but twenty men,
But twenty men as stout as he,
Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont ta'en,
Wi' eight score in his cumpanie.

They band his legs beneath the steed,
They tied his hands behind his back;
They guarded him fivesome on each side,
And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack.

They led him thro' the Liddel-rack,
And also thro' the Carlisle sands;
They brought him on to Carlisle castle
To be at my Lord Scroope's commands.

'My hands are tied, but my tongue is free,
And wha will dare this deed avow?
Or answer by the Border law?
Or answer to the bold Buccleuch?'

'Now haud thy tongue, thou rank reiver!
There's never a Scot shall set thee free:
Before ye cros