Тональность: C major•
Verse 1
C
Cm
Ab
Bb
C
Lords
have to the mountains gone,
F
a- huntin' of the fallow deer
C
Cm
They have grippit Hughie Graeme
Ab
Bb
C
for stealing of the bishop's mare
They have bought him hand and foot,
led him up through Carlisle town
Cm
Ab
All the lads along the way cried "Hughie Graeme,
Bb
C
you shall hang"
Verse 2
Fsus4
"Loose my right arm free," he said,
"Put my broadsword in my hand.
There's none in Carlisle town this day
Ab
Bb
Dare tell the tale to Hughie
C
Graeme."
Cm
Verse 3
Ab
Bb
C
Up and spoke the good Whitefoord as
he sat by the bishop's knee,
Cm
"Five hundred white stots I'll give you if
Ab
Bb
C
you give Hughie Graeme to me."
Fsus4
"Hold your tongue, my noble lord,
and as of your pleading, let it be.
Although ten Graemes were in his coat,
Ab
Bb
C
Hughie Graeme this day shall die."
Interlude 1
Cm
Ab
Bb
C
Verse 4
Cm
Up and spoke the fair Whitefoord as she
sat by the bishop's knee,
F
C
Cm
"Five hundred white pence I'll give you
Ab
Bb
C
if you let Hughie Grame go free."
Fsus4
"Hold your tongue, my lady fair,
and as of your weeping, let it be.
Although ten Graemes were in his coat,
Ab
Bb
C
it's for my honor he must die."
Cm
Verse 5
Ab
Bb
C
Cm
They've ta'en him to the hanging hill
C
F
and led him by the gallows tree
C
Cm
Ne'er did color leave his cheek,
Ab
Bb
C
nor ever did he blink his eye
Then he's looked him roundabout,
Cm
C
all for to see what he could see
Cm
Then he saw his father dear,
Ab
Bb
weeping, weeping bitterly
C
Verse 6
Fsus4
"Hold your tongue, my father dear,
and as of your weeping, let it be.
Ab
It sorer, sorer grieves my heart than all
Bb
C
that they could do to me.
Verse 7
Dm
And you may give my brother James my sword
that's made of the metal clear.
Bid him come at twelve of the clock and see
me pay the bishop's mare.
And you may give my brother John my sword
that's made of the metal brown.
Bid him come at four of the clock and see
Verse 8
his brother Hugh cut down.
Dm
Remember me to Maggie my wife the next
time she comes o'er the moor
Tell 'er she stole the bishop's mare
Tell 'er she was the bishop's whore
C
Interlude 2
Cm
Ab
Bb
C
Cm
Ab
Bb
C
Verse 9
Fsus4
And you may tell my kith and kin I
never did disgrace their blood
When next they meet
the bishop's cloak,
Ab
Leave it shorter by the hood!"
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