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Graham he has to Carlisle gone,

Where Sir Robert Bewick there met he,

In arms to the wine they are gone,

And drank till they were both merry.

Old Graham, he took up the cup,

And said, brother Bewick, here's to thee,

And here's to our two sons at home,

For they live best in our country

Nay, were thy son as good as mine,

And of some books he could but read,

With sword and buckler by his side,

To see how he could save his head;

They might have been call'd two bold brethren,

Wherever they do go or ride,

They might have been call'd two bold brethren,

They might have crack'd the border side;

Thy son is bad, he is but a lad,

And bully to my son cannot bobe [sic].

I put him to school, but he would not learn,

I bought him books, but hohe [sic] would not read,

But my blessing he shall never have,

Till I see how he can save his head