O no, not so, O bully Graham,
That e'er such a word should spoken be;
I was thy master, and thou wast my scholar,
So well as I have learned thee.
My father, he was in Carlisle town,
Where thy father Bewick there met he:
He said, I was bad, and call'd me a lad,
And a baffled man by you I be.
Away, away, O bully Graham,
And of that talk, man, let us be;
We'll take three men on either side,
To see if we can our fathers agree.
Away, away, O bully Bewick,
And of thy bullyship let me be;
But if thou be a man, as I trow thou art,
Come over this ditch, and fight with me.
O no, not so, my bully Graham,
That e'er such a word should spoken be;
Shall I venture my body in field to fight
With a man that's faith and troth to mo.
Away, away, thou bully Bewick,
And of care, man, let us be;
If thou be a man, as I trow thou art,
Come over this ditch and fight with me.
Now, if it be my fortune theo Graham to kill,
As God's will, man, it all must be-
If it be my fortune thee Graham to kill,
'Tis home again I'll never gae:
Thou art then of my mind, bully Bowick,
And sworn brethren we will be;
