Our Lords Are To The
Mountains Gane

1.
Our lords are to the mountain gane,
A hunting o' the fallow deer;
And they hae gripit Hughie Graham,
For stealing o' the bishop's mare.
2.
And they hae tied him hand and foot,
And led him up thro' Stirling town;
The lads and lassies met him there,
Cried 'Hughie Graham thou art a loun'.
3.
'O lowse my right hand free,' he says,
'And put my braid sword in the same,
He's no in Stirling town this day,
Daur tell the tale to Hughie Graham.'
4.
Up then bespake the brave Whitefoord,
As he sat by the bishop's knee;
'Five hundred white stots I'll gie you,
If ye'll let Hughie Graham gae free.'
5.
'O haud your tongue,' the bishop says,
'And wi' your pleading let me be;
For tho' ten Grahams were in his coat,
Hughie Graham this day shall die.'
6.
Up then bespake the fair Whitefoord,
As she sat by the bishop's knee,
'Five hundred white pence I'll gie you,
If ye'll gie Hughie Graham to me.'
7.
'O haud your tongue now lady fair,
And wi' your pleading let it be;
Altho' ten Grahams were in his coat,
It's for my honor he maun die.'
8.
They've taen him to the gallows knowe,
He looked to the gallows tree,
Yet never color left his cheek,
Nor ever did he blin' his e'e.
9.
At length he looked round about,
To see whatever he could spy,
And there he saw his auld father,
And he was weeping bitterly.
10.
'O haud your tongue, my father dear
And wi' your weeping let it be;
For tho' they rob me o' my life,
They cannot o' the Heaven hie.
11.
'And ye may gie my brother John
My sword that's bent in the middle clear,
And let him come at twelve o'clock,
And see me pay the bishop's mare.
12.
'And ye may gie my brother James
My sword that's bent in the middle brown,
And bid him come at four o'clock,
And see his brother Hugh cut down.
13.
'Remember me to Maggy, my wife,
The niest time ye gang o'er the moor,
Tell her she staw the bishop's mare,
Tell her she was the bishop's whore.
14.
'And ye may tell my kith and kin
I never did disgrace their blood;
And when they meet the bishop's cloak,
To make it shorter by the hood.'

Our Lords Are To The
Mountains Gone


Our lords are to the mountain gone,
A hunting of the fallow deer;
And they have gripped (caught) Hughie Graham,
For stealing of the bishop's mare.

And they have tied him hand and foot,
And led him up through Stirling town;
The lads and girls met him there,
Cried 'Hughie Graham you are a rascal'.

'O loosen my right hand free,' he says,
'And put my broad sword in the same,
He is not in Stirling town this day,
Dare tell the tale to Hughie Graham.'

Up then spoke the brave Whitefoord,
As he sat by the bishop's knee;
'Five hundred white cattle I will give you,
If you will let Hughie Graham go free.'

'O hold your tongue,' the bishop says,
'And with your pleading let me be;
For though ten Grahams were in his coat,
Hughie Graham this day shall die.'

Up then spoke the fair Whitefoord,
As she sat by the bishop's knee,
'Five hundred white pence I will give you,
If you will give Hughie Graham to me.'

'O hold your tongue now lady fair,
And with your pleading let it be;
Although ten Grahams were in his coat,
It is for my honour he must die.'

They have taken him to the gallows hill,
He looked to the gallows tree,
Yet never colour left his cheek,
Nor ever did he blink his eye.

At length he looked round about,
To see whatever he could spy,
And there he saw his old father,
And he was weeping bitterly.

'O hold your tongue, my father dear
And with your weeping let it be;
For though they rob me of my life,
They cannot of the Heaven high.

'And you may give my brother John
My sword that is bent in the middle clear,
And let him come at twelve o'clock,
And see me pay the bishop's mare.

'And you may give my brother James
My sword that is bent in the middle brown,
And bid him come at four o'clock,
And see his brother Hugh cut down.

'Remember me to Maggy, my wife,
The next time you go over the moor,
Tell her she stole the bishop's mare,
Tell her she was the bishop's whore.

'And you may tell my kith (friends) and kin (relatives)
I never did disgrace their blood;
And when they meet the bishop's cloak,
To make it shorter by the hood.'