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 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 mome [sic].

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 theothee [sic] 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 BowickBewick [sic],

And sworn brethren we will be;