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The Text is from several broadsides and chap books but mainly depends on a stall copy entitled The Song of Bewick and Grahame approximately dated Sir Walter Scott considered this ballad 'remarkable as containing probably the very latest allusion to the institution of brotherhood in arms' see and the use of the word 'bully' but Child strongly suspects there was an older and better copy than those extant none of which is earlier than the eighteenth century	A
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The Story is concerned with two fathers who boast about their sons and cause the two lads to fight Christy Graham is faced with the dilemma of fighting either his father or his brother in arms and decides to meet the latter but should he kill his friend he determines not to return alive Young Bewick takes a similar vow They fight two hours and at last an 'ackward' stroke kills Bewick and Christy falls on his sword The two fathers lament and the ballad singer finishes by putting the blame on them	B
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BEWICK AND GRAHAME	B
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Old Grahame he is to Carlisle gone	C
Where Sir Robert Bewick there met he	A
In arms to the wine they are gone	C
And drank till they were both merry	A
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Old Grahame he took up the cup	D
And said 'Brother Bewick here's to thee	A
And here's to our two sons at home	B
For they live best in our country '	-
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'Nay were thy son as good as mine	E
And of some books he could but read	F
With sword and buckler by his side	G
To see how he could save his head	F
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'They might have been call'd two bold brethren	H
Where ever they did go or ride	G
They might have been call'd two bold brethren	H
They might have crack'd the Border side	G
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Thy son is bad and is but a lad	I
And bully to my son cannot be	A
For my son Bewick can both write and read	F
And sure I am that cannot he '	-
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'I put him to school but he would not learn	J
I bought him books but he would not read	F
But my blessing he's never have	K
Till I see how his hand can save his head '	-
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Old Grahame called for an account	L
And he ask'd what was for to pay	M
There he paid a crown so it went round	N
Which was all for good wine and hay	M
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Old Grahame is into the stable gone	C
Where stood thirty good steeds and three	A
He's taken his own steed by the head	F
And home rode he right wantonly	A
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When he came home there did he espy	A
A loving sight to spy or see	A
There did he espy his own three sons	O
Young Christy Grahame the foremost was he	A
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There did he espy his own three sons	O
Young Christy Grahame the foremost was he	A
'Where have you been all day father	P
That no counsel you would take by me '	-
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'Nay I have been in Carlisle town	Q
Where Sir Robert Bewick there met me	A
He said thou was bad and call'd thee a lad	I
And a baffled man by thou I be	A
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'He said thou was bad and call'd thee a lad	I
And bully to his son cannot be	A
For his son Bewick can both write and read	F
And sure I am that cannot thee	A
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'I put thee to school but thou would not learn	J
I bought thee books but thou would not read	F
But my blessing thou's never have	K
Till I see with Bewick thou can save thy head '	-
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'Oh pray forbear my father dear	R
That ever such a thing should be	A
Shall I venture my body in field to fight	S
With a man that's faith and troth to me '	-
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'What's that thou sayst thou limmer loon	T
Or how dare thou stand to speak to me	A
If thou do not end this quarrel soon	T
Here is my glove thou shalt fight me '	-
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Christy stoop'd low unto the ground	N
Unto the ground as you'll understand	U
'O father put on your glove again	V
The wind hath blown it from your hand '	-
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'What's that thou sayst thou limmer loon	T
Or how dare thou stand to speak to me	A
If thou do not end this quarrel soon	T
Here is my hand thou shalt fight me '	-
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Christy Grahame is to his chamber gone	C
And for to study as well might be	A
Whether to fight with his father dear	R
Or with his bully Bewick he	A
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'If it be my fortune my bully to kill	W
As you shall boldly understand	U
In every town that I ride through	X
They'll say There rides a brotherless man	Y
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'Nay for to kill my bully dear	R
I think it will be a deadly sin	Z
And for to kill my father dear	R
The blessing of heaven I ne'er shall win	Z
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'O give me your blessing father ' he said	F
'And pray well for me for to thrive	A2
If it be my fortune my bully to kill	W
I swear I'll ne'er come home alive '	-
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He put on his back a good plate jack	B2
And on his head a cap of steel	C2
With sword and buckler by his side	G
O gin he did not become them well	D2
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'O fare thee well my father dear	R
And fare thee well thou Carlisle town	Q
If it be my fortune my bully to kill	W
I swear I'll ne'er eat bread again '	-
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Now we'll leave talking of Christy Grahame	A
And talk of him again belive	A2
But we will talk of bonny Bewick	B2
Where he was teaching his scholars five	A2
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Now when he had learn'd them well to fence	E2
To handle their swords without any doubt	F2
He's taken his own sword under his arm	A
And walk'd his father's close about	F2
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He look'd between him and the sun	H
To see what farleys he could see	A
There he spy'd a man with armour on	G2
As he came riding over the lee	A
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'I wonder much what man yon be	A
That so boldly this way does come	A
I think it is my nighest friend	H2
I think it is my bully Grahame	A
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'O welcome O welcome bully Grahame	A
O man thou art my dear welcome	A
O man thou art my dear welcome	A
For I love thee best in Christendom '	-
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'Away away O bully Bewick	B2
And of thy bullyship let me be	A
The day is come I never thought on	G2
Bully I'm come here to fight with thee '	-
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'O no not so O bully Grahame	A
That e'er such a word should spoken be	A
I was thy master thou was my scholar	P
So well as I have learned thee '	-
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'My father he was in Carlisle town	Q
Where thy father Bewick there met he	A
He said I was bad and he call'd me a lad	I
And a baffled man by thou I be '	-
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'Away away O bully Grahame	A
And of all that talk man let us be	A
We'll take three men of either side	G
To see if we can our fathers agree '	-
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'Away away O bully Bewick	B2
And of thy bullyship let me be	A
But if thou be a man as I trow thou art	I2
Come over this ditch and fight with me '	-
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'O no not so my bully Grahame	A
That e'er such a word should spoken be	A
Shall I venture my body in field to fight	S
With a man that's faith and troth to me '	-
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'Away away O bully Bewick	B2
And of all that care man let us be	A
If thou be a man as I trow thou art	I2
Come over this ditch and fight with me '	-
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'Now if it be my fortune thee Grahame to kill	W
As God's will's man it all must be	A
But if it be my fortune thee Grahame to kill	W
'Tis home again I'll never gae '	-
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'Thou art then of my mind bully Bewick	B2
And sworn brethren will we be	A
If thou be a man as I trow thou art	I2
Come over this ditch and fight with me '	-
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He flang his cloak from off his shoulders	J2
His psalm book out of his hand flung he	A
He clap'd his hand upon the hedge	K2
And o'er lap he right wantonly	A
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When Grahame did see his bully come	A
The salt tear stood long in his eye	L2
'Now needs must I say that thou art a man	Y
That dare venture thy body to fight with me	A
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'Now I have a harness on my back	B2
I know that thou hath none on thine	E
But as little as thou hath on thy back	B2
Sure as little shall there be on mine '	-
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He flang his jack from off his back	B2
His steel cap from his head flang he	A
He's taken his sword into his hand	U
He's tyed his horse unto a tree	A
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Now they fell to it with two broad swords	M2
For two long hours fought Bewick and he	A
Much sweat was to be seen on them both	N2
But never a drop of blood to see	A
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Now Grahame gave Bewick an ackward stroke	B2
An ackward stroke surely struck he	A
He struck him now under the left breast	O2
Then down to the ground as dead fell he	A
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'Arise arise O bully Bewick	B2
Arise and speak three words to me	A
Whether this be thy deadly wound	N
Or God and good surgeons will mend thee '	-
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'O horse O horse O bully Grahame	A
And pray do get thee far from me	A
Thy sword is sharp it hath wounded my heart	I2
And so no further can I gae	B2
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'O horse O horse O bully Grahame	A
And get thee far from me with speed	P2
And get thee out of this country quite	S
That none may know who's done the deed '	-
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'O if this be true my bully dear	R
The words that thou dost tell to me	A
The vow I made and the vow I'll keep	Q2
I swear I'll be the first to die '	-
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Then he stuck his sword in a moudie hill	W
Where he lap thirty good foot and three	A
First he bequeathed his soul to God	R2
And upon his own sword point lap he	A
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Now Grahame he was the first that died	G
And then came Robin Bewick to see	A
'Arise arise O son ' he said	F
'For I see thou's won the victory	A
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'Arise arise O son ' he said	F
'For I see thou's won the victory '	-
'Father could ye not drunk your wine at home	A
And letten me and my brother be	A
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'Nay dig a grave both low and wide	G
And in it us two pray bury	A
But bury my bully Grahame on the sun side	G
For I'm sure he's won the victory '	-
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Now we'll leave talking of these two brethren	H
In Carlisle town where they lie slain	S2
And talk of these two good old men	V
Where they were making a pitiful moan	T2
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With that bespoke now Robin Bewick	B2
'O man was I not much to blame	A
I have lost one of the liveliest lads	U2
That ever was bred unto my name '	-
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With that bespoke my good lord Grahame	A
'O man I have lost the better block	B2
I have lost my comfort and my joy	V2
I have lost my key I have lost my lock	B2
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'Had I gone through all Ladderdale	W
And forty horse had set on me	A
Had Christy Grahame been at my back	B2
So well as he would guarded me '	-
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I have no more of my song to sing	B2
But two or three words to you I'll name	A
But 'twill be talk'd in Carlisle town	Q
That these two old men were all the blame	A