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O horse, O horse, O bully Graham,
And pray do get thee far from me,
Thy sword it is sharp, it hath wounded my heart,
And so no farther can I gae.
O horse, O horse, O bully Graham,
And get thee far from me with speed,
And get thee out of this country quite,
That not one may know who's done the deed.
Oh! if this be true, my bully dear,
The words that thou dost tell to mo,
The vow I made, and the vow I'll keep,
I swear I'll bo the first to die.
Then he stuck his sword in a mould-hill,
And he leapt thirty good feet and three,
First he boqueath'd his soul to God,
And upon his own sword leapt he.
Now Graham he was the first that died;
And then Sir Robert Bewick camo to see;
Arise, arise, O son, ho said,
For I see thou's won the victory.
Father, could not you drink your wine at home,
And letten mo and my bully be,
Now dig a grave both low and wide,
And in it us two pray bury?
But bury my bully Graham on the sun sido,
For I'm sure he's won the victory.
Now we'll leavo off talking of theso bold brethren
In Carlisle town, where they were slain,
And talk of these two good old men,
Whero they were making a pitiful moan.
