6 When they war a' at denner set,
Drinkin' the bluid-red wine,

'T was up then cam Lord Lauderdale,
The bridegroom soud hae been.

7 Up then spak Lord Faughanwood,
An he spak very slee:

"O are ye come for sport?" he says,
"Or are ye come for play?

Or are ye come for a kiss o' our bride,
An' the morn her waddin'-day?"

8 "O I'm no come for ought," he says,
"But for some sport or play;
An' ae word o' yer bonnie bride,
Than I'll horse an' ride away."

9

She fill'd a cup o' the gude red wine,

She fill'd it to the ee:

"Here's a health to you, Lord Lauderdale, An' a' your companie."

10 She fill'd a cup o' the gude red wine, She fill'd it to the brim:

"Here's a health to you, Lord Lauderdale, My bridegroom should hae been."

II He's ta'en her by the milk-white hand,
And by the gars-green sleeve,

An' he has mountit her behind him,

O' the bridegroom spierd nae leave.

12 "It's now take yer bride, Lord Faughanwood, Now take her an ye may;

But if ye take yer bride again

We will ca' it foul play."

13 There war four a' twenty bonnie boys,
A' clad i' the simple grey;

They said the' wad take their bride again,
By the strang hand an the' may.

14 Some o' them were fu' willin' men,
But they war na willin' a';
Sae four an twenty ladies gay
Bade them ride on their way.

15 The bluid ran down by the Cadan bank, An' in by the Cadan brae,

An' there the' gard the piper play

It was a' for foul, foul play.

16 A' ye lords in fair England

That live by the English border,
Gang never to Scotland to seek a wife,
Or than ye'll get the scorn.

17 They'll keep ye up i' temper guid
Until yer waddin'-day,

They'll thraw ye frogs instead o’ fish,
An' steal your bride away.

BEWICK AND GRAHAM

I OLD Graham he is to Carlisle gone,
Where Sir Robert Bewick there met he;
In arms to wine they are gone,

And drank till they were both merrie.

2 Old Graham he took up the cup,

And said, "Brother Bewick, here's to thee; And here's to our two sons at home,

For they live best in our countrie."

3 "Nay, were thy son as good as mine, And of some books he could but read, With sword and buckler by his side,

To see how he could save his head,

4 "They might have been call'd two bold brethren Where ever they did go or ride;

They might have been call'd two bold brethren, They might have crack'd the Border-side.

5 "Thy son is bad, and is but a lad,
And bully to my son cannot be;

For my son Bewick can both write and read,
And sure I am that cannot he."

6 "I put him to school, but he would not learn, I bought him books, but he would not read; But my blessing he's never have

Till I see how his hand can save his head."

Old Graham called for an account,
And he ask'd what was for to pay;
There he paid a crown, so it went round,
Which was all for good wine and hay.

8 Old Graham is into the stable gone,

Where stood thirty good steeds and three;
He's taken his own steed by the head,
And home rode he right wantonly.

9 When he came home, there did he espy, A loving sight to spy or see,

There did he espy his own three sons,

Young Christy Graham, the foremost was he.

10 There did he espy his own three sons,

Young Christy Graham, the foremost was he: "Where have you been all day, father, That no counsel you would take by me?"

II "Nay, I have been in Carlisle town,

Where Sir Robert Bewick there met me;
He said thou was bad, and call'd thee a lad,
And a baffled man by thou I be.

12 "He said thou was bad, and call'd thee a lad,
And bully to his son cannot be;

For his son Bewick can both write and read,
And sure I am that cannot thee.

13 "I put thee to school, but thou would not learn, I bought thee books, but thou would not read; But my blessing thou's never have

Till I see with Bewick thou can save thy head."

14 "Oh, pray forbear, my father dear;

That ever such a thing should be!
Shall I venture my body in field to fight
With a man that's faith and troth to me?"

15 "What's that thou say'st, thou limmer loon?
Or how dare thou stand to speak to me?
If thou do not end this quarrel soon,
Here's my glove thou shalt fight me."

16 Christy stoop'd low unto the ground, Unto the ground, as you'll understand: "O father, put on your glove again,

The wind hath blown it from your hand."

17 "What's that thou say'st, thou limmer loon? Or how dare thou stand to speak to me? If thou do not end this quarrel soon,

Here is my hand thou shalt fight me."

18 Christy Graham is to his chamber gone,
And for to study, as well might be,
Whether to fight with his father dear,
Or with his bully Bewick he.

19 "If it be my fortune my bully to kill,
As you shall boldly understand,
In every town that I ride through,

They'll say, There rides a brotherless man!

20 "Nay, for to kill my bully dear, I think it will be a deadly sin;

And for to kill my father dear,

The blessing of heaven I ne'er shall win.

21 "O give me your blessing, father," he said, "And pray well for me for to thrive;

If it be my fortune my bully to kill,
I swear I'll ne'er come home alive."

22 He put on his back a good plate-jack,
And on his head a plate of steel,
With sword and buckler by his side;
O gin he did not become them well!

23 “O fare thee well, my father dear;

And fare thee well, thou Carlisle town!
If it be my fortune my bully to kill,
I swear I'll ne'er eat bread again."