With sword and buckler by his side,
And he did become them weel.
O fare-the-well, my father dear,
And fare-thee-well, thou Carlisle town,
If it be my fortune my bully to kill,
I swear I'll nee'r eat bread against
Now we loave off talking of Christy Graham
And talk of them again, believe;
But we will talk of bonny Bewick,
Where he was teaching his scholars five
Now when he had learned them to fence,
To handle their swords, without any doubt
He's taken his sword under his arm,
And walk'd his father's close about:
He look'd between him and tho sun,
To see what fairlies he could see,
And espied a man with armour on,
As he came riding o'er the lea.
I wonder much what man yon be,
That so boldly this way doth come;
I think it is my nighest friend,
I think it is my bully Graham.
O welcome, O welcome, my bully Graham,
O man, thou art my dear, welcome,
O man, thou art my dear welcome,
For I love the best in Christendom.
Away, away, O bully Bewick,
And of thy bullyship let me be,
The day is come that I nee'r thought on,
I'm hither come to fight with thee.
