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 Old Graham he call'd for an account,

And he asked what there was to pay-

There he paid a crown, so it went round,

Which was all for wine and hay.

Old Graham is to the stable gone,

WheroWhere [sic] stood thirty good steeds and three,

He's taken his own steed by the head,

And homohome [sic] roderode [sic] hohe [sic] right wantonly.

When he came therothere [sic] he did espy,

A loving sight to spy or see,

There did he espy his own threothree [sic] sons,

Young Christy Graham thothe [sic] foremost was he.

WheroWhere [sic] have you been all day, father,

That no counsel you'll take by me?

Nay, I have been at Carlisle town,

WheroWhere [sic] Sir Robert Bewick there met me,

He said thou wast bad, and call'd theothee [sic] a lad,

And a baffled man by thee I be:

He said thou wast bad, and call'd thee a lad,

And bully to his son cannot be,

For his son Bewick can both write and read,

And sure I cannot say that of thee.

I put theothee [sic] to school, but thou wouldst not learn,

I bought thee books, but thou wouldst not read,

But my blessing thou shalt never have,

Till with BowickBewick [sic] thou canst save thy head.

O! pray forbear, my father doardear [sic],

That ever such a thing should be,

Shall I venture my body in field to fight

With a man that's faith and troth to me.