Micaelr - Glad to oblige. Latched on to this version on a Corries LP back in the days of vynil. Don't know if this is the whole song, or only extracts. I've always suspected it would have been one of those unpteen verse ballads but never found the rest. Now, thanks to the power of modern electronic communication, I'll probably be inundated with the other six hundred and twenty three verses.Problem is that modern audiences can't take it like the peasants in the old days.

HUGH THE GRAEME

The Lords hae tae the hunting gane, Tae hunt and fell the fallow deer, And they hae grippit Hugh the Graeme For stealing o' the Bishop's meat.

Well, louse my right hand free, he said, And put my brand intae the same. It's nane in Carlisle toun the day Wad tell the tale o' Hugh the Graeme

They've ta'en him tae the gallows hill, And lookit at the gallows tree, Yet ne'er did colour leave his cheek, Nor did he even blink his e'e.

And ye may gi'e my brither James, My sword that's made in metal clear, And bade him come at twelve o' clock, Tae see me pay the Bishop's meat.

And ye may gi'e my brither John, My sword that's made in metal broun, And bade him come at one o' clock, And see his brither Hugh pit doun.

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