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AS it fell out upon one time, About Midsummer of the Year; Every Man was taxd of his Crime, For stealing the good Lord Bishops Mare. The good Lord S[c]rew saddled a Horse, And after the same Scrime, Before he could get over the Moss, There was he aware of Sir Hugh-in-the-Grime. Turn, O turn, thou false Traytor, Turn and yield thy self unto me; Thou hast stolen the Lord Bishops Mare, And now thou thinkest away to flee. No, soft Lord Screw, that may not be, Here is a broad Sword by my Side, And if that thou canst Conquer me, The Victory will soon be tryd. I neer was afraid of a Traytor bold, Altho my Name be Hugh in the Grime, Ill make thee repent thy Speeches foul, If Day and Life but give me Time.
Then do thy worst good Lord Screw, And deal your blows as fast as you can, It will be tried between me and you, Which of us Two shall be the best Man. Thus they dealt their Blows so free, And both so bloody at that time, Over the Moss ten Yeomen they see Come for to take Sir Hugh-in the-Grime. Sir Hugh set his Back against a Tree, And then the Men compast him round, His mickle Sword from his Hand did flee, And then they brought Sir Hugh to the Ground. Sir Hugh-in-the-Grime now taken is, And brought back to Garland Town, Then cryd the good Wives all in Garland Town, Sir Hugh-in-the Grime thoust neer gang down. The good Lord Bishop is come to Town, And on the Bench is set so high, And every Man was taxd to his Crime, At length he calld to Sir Hugh in-the-Grime. Here am I, thou false Bishop, Thy humours all for to fulfil, I do not think my Fact so great, But thou mayst put it into thy own Will. The Quest of Jury-men was calld, The best that was in Garland Town; Eleven of them spoke all in a Breast, Sir Hugh-in-the-Grime thoust neer gang down. Then other Questry-men was calld, The best that was in Rumary, Twelve of them spoke all in a Breast, Sir Hugh-in-the-Grime thoust now guilty. Then came down my good Lord Bowls, Falling down upon his Knee; Five hundred Pieces of Gold will I give, To grant Sir Hugh-in-the-Grime to me.
Peace, peace, my good Lord Bowls, And of your Speeches set them by, If there be Eleven Grimes all of a Name, Then by my own Honour they all should die. Then came down my good Lady Ward, Falling low upon her Knee, Five hundred Measures of Gold Ill give, To grant Sir Hugh-in-the-Grime to me. Peace, peace, my good Lady Ward, None of your Proffers shall him buy, For if there be twelve Grimes all of a Name, By my own Honour they all should die. Sir Hugh in-the-Grimes Condemnd to die, And of his Friends he had no lack, Fourteen Foot he leapt in his Ward, With his Hands bound fast upon his Back. Then he lookd over his left Shoulder, To see whom he could see or spy, There was he aware of his Father dear, Come tearing his Hair most pitifully. Peace, peace, my Father dear, And of your Speeches set them by, Though they have bereavd me of my Life, They cannot bereave me of Heaven so high. He lookd over his right Shoulder, To see whom he could see or spy, There was he aware of his Mother dear, Came tearing her Hair most pittifully. Pray have me rememberd to Peggy my Wife, As she and I walkd over the Moor, She was the Causer of the Loss of my Life, And with the old Bishop she playd the Whore. Here Johnny Armstrong take thou my Sword That is made of the Metal so fine, And when thou comst to the Border-side, Remember the Death of Sir Hugh-in-the-Grime.