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Old Graham he call'd for an account,
And he asked what there was to pay-
There he paid a crown, so it went round,
Which was all for wine and hay.
Old Graham is to the stable gone,
Whero stood thirty good steeds and three,
He's taken his own steed by the head,
And homo rode ho right wantonly.
When he came thero he did espy,
A loving sight to spy or see,
There did he espy his own threo sons,
Young Christy Graham tho foremost was he.
Whero have you been all day, father,
That no counsel you'll take by me?
Nay, I have been at Carlisle town,
Whero Sir Robert Bewick there met me,
He said thou wast bad, and call'd theo a lad,
And a baffled man by thee I be:
He said thou wast 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 cannot say that of thee.
I put theo to school, but thou wouldst not learn,
I bought thee books, but thou wouldst not read,
But my blessing thou shalt never have,
Till with Bowick thou canst save thy head.
O! pray forbear, my father doar,
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.
