Then up bespak him gude Lord Hume,
As he sat by the judge’s knee;
‘Twenty white owsen, my gude lord,
If you’ll grant Hughie the Graeme to me.’—
IX
‘O no, O no, my gude Lord Hume!
For sooth and sae it mauna be;
For, were there but three Graemes of the name,
They suld be hangèd a’ for me.’—
X
’Twas up and spake the gude Lady Hume,
As she sat by the judge’s knee;
‘A peck of white pennies, my gude lord judge,
If you’ll grant Hughie the Graeme to me!’—
XI
‘O no, O no, my gude Lady Hume,
Forsooth and so it must na be;
Were he but the one Graeme of the name,
He suld be hangèd high for me.’—
XII
‘If I be guilty,’ said Hughie the Graeme,
‘Of me my friends shall have small talk’;
And he’s loupèd fifteen feet and three,
Though his hands they were tied behind his back.