Chords for The Corries --- Hugh The Graeme

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[G] You know the popular conception of a Scotsman is the kind of kilted helander way up on top of his hill
Way up in the highlands somewhere clutching a claymore and shouting was like as damn few in the rod deed
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But [G] down in the borders used to be quite a scene there too quite a martial scene
Because after all that's where the English stopped or were stopped I should say
_ [D] _ [Em] And used to be several clans in the in the border clans the lowland clans used to be quite warlike
And one in particular the Graham
[F#m] clan Graham
Used to occupy the debatable land _ _ and they were always
untamable you might as well say
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_ was one particular member of this clan Hugh was his name it's called Huey the Graham [E] and he was particularly
_ _ _ [F#m] Excuse me, sorry
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And this lad he always used to go out poaching you see that was it
What'd you say there _ _ _ _
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_ [G] This lad Hughie [D#] you have to forgive him tonight he's a wee bit tired he was up in the hill all night after _ _ _
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_ [F#m] _ _ _ [G] Or Heather or whatever else [G#] was lying up in it
[F#m] Anyway, this lad Hughie the Graham
He was a great poacher and he used to go out and shoot the deer in that as a hanging offense
Off to Newcastle
Or Carlisle and strung up
_ _ That's what happened to Hughie.
He was out hunting one day and the Lord's caught him dragged him off to Carlisle _
Hung him
Called Hughie the Graham
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_ _ _ Our Lord say to the hunting game
The hunting of the fallow deer
[F#m] And they hay gripped Hughie Graham
For stealing [E] [F#m] all the bishops' mare _
Well those my right hand free
He said [E] and pit my brand in tay the same
[F#m] He's ne'er in Carlisle
Toon the day
D'or tell the tale to Hughie Graham _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ They'd tane in tay the garves [E] fill
And he look in up at the gallows tree
[F#m] Yet ne'er did colour leave his cheek
Nor did he [E] even blink to see
And he became my brother James
[E] My sword that's bent in the middle clear
[F#m] And bid him come to Albuquerque
To see me pay the bishop's mare _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ And ye may hate him a brother John
My sword that's bent in the middle brood
[F#m] And bid him come to Albuquerque
To see his [E] brother Hugh and June _
And ye may tell my kith and kin
[E] I never pit this grace of blood
[F#m] And if they need the bishop's blow
To make it shorter I
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