{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch155.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch155.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch155.htm","text":"155A.1 FOUR and twenty bonny boys\nWere playing at the ba,\nAnd by it came him sweet Sir Hugh,\nAnd he playd oer them a\u2019.\n155A.2 He kickd the ba with his right foot,\nAnd catchd it wi his knee,\nAnd throuch-and-thro the Jew\u2019s window\nHe gard the bonny ba flee.\n155A.3 He\u2019s doen him to the Jew\u2019s castell,\nAnd walkd it round about;\nAnd there he saw the Jew\u2019s daughter,\nAt the window looking out.\n155A.4 \u2018Throw down the ba, ye Jew\u2019s daughter,\nThrow down the ba to me!\u2019\n\u2018Never a bit,\u2019 says the jew\u2019s daughter,\n\u2018Till up to me come ye.\u2019\n155A.5 \u2018How will I come up? How can I come up?\nHow can I come to thee?\nFor as ye did to my auld father,\nThe same ye\u2019ll do to me.\u2019\n155A.6 She\u2019s gane to her father\u2019s garden,\nAnd pu\u2019d an apple red and green;\n\u2019Twas a\u2019 to wyle him sweet Sir Hugh,\nAnd to entice him in.\n155A.7 She\u2019s led him in through ae dark door,\nAnd sae has she thro nine;\nShe\u2019s laid him on a dressing-table,\nAnd stickit him like a swine.\n155A.8 And first came out the thick, thick blood,\nAnd syne came out the thin,\nAnd syne came out the bonny heart\u2019s blood;\nThere was nae mair within.\n155A.9 She\u2019s rowd him in a cake o lead,\nBade him lie still and sleep;\nShe\u2019s thrown him in Our Lady\u2019s draw-well,\nWas fifty fathom deep.\n155A.10 When bells were rung, and mass was sung,\nAnd a\u2019 the bairns came hame,\nWhen every lady gat hame her son,\nThe Lady Maisry gat nane.\n155A.11 She\u2019s taen her mantle her about,\nHer coffer by the hand,\nAnd she\u2019s gane out to seek her son,\nAnd wanderd oer the land.\n155A.12 She\u2019s doen her to the Jew\u2019s castell,\nWhere a\u2019 were fast asleep:\n\u2018Gin ye be there, my sweet Sir Hugh,\nI pray you to me speak.\u2019\n155A.13 She\u2019s doen her to the Jew\u2019s garden,\nThought he had been gathering fruit:\n\u2018Gin ye be there, my sweet Sir Hugh,\nI pray you to me speak.\u2019\n155A.14 She neard Our Lady\u2019s deep draw-well,\nWas fifty fathom deep:\n\u2018Whareer ye be, my sweet Sir Hugh,\nI pray you to me speak.\u2019\n155A.15 \u2018Gae hame, gae hame, my mither dear,\nPrepare my winding-sheet,\nAnd at the back o merry Lincoln\nThe morn I will you meet.\u2019\n155A.16 Now Lady Maisry is gane hame,\nMade him a winding sheet,\nAnd at the back o merry Lincoln\nThe dead corpse did her meet.\n155A.17 And a\u2019 the bells of merry Lincoln\nWithout men\u2019s hands were rung,\nAnd a\u2019 the books o merry Lincoln\nWere read without man\u2019s tongue,\nAnd neer was such a burial\nSin Adam\u2019s days begun.\n155B: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155B.1 THE rain rins doun through Mirry-land toune,\nSae dois it doune the Pa;\nSae dois the lads of Mirry-land toune,\nWhan they play at the ba.\n155B.2 Than out and cam the Jewis dochter,\nSays, Will ye cum in and dine?\n\u2018I winnae cum in, I cannae cum in,\nWithout my play-feres nine.\u2019\n155B.3 Scho powd an apple reid and white,\nTo intice the young thing in:\nScho powd an apple white and reid,\nAnd that the sweit bairne did win.\n155B.4 And scho has taine out a little pen-knife,\nAnd low down by her gair;\nScho has twin\u2019d the yong thing and his life,\nA word he nevir spak mair.\n155B.5 And out and cam the thick, thick bluid,\nAnd out and cam the thin,\nAnd out and cam the bonny herts bluid;\nThair was nae life left in.\n155B.6 Scho laid him on a dressing-borde,\nAnd drest him like a swine,\nAnd laughing said, Gae nou and pley\nWith your sweit play-feres nine.\n155B.7 Scho rowd him in a cake of lead,\nBade him lie stil and sleip;\nScho cast him in a deip draw-well,\nWas fifty fadom deip.\n155B.8 Whan bells wer rung, and mass was sung,\nAnd every lady went hame,\nThan ilka lady had her yong sonne,\nBot Lady Helen had nane.\n155B.9 Scho rowd hir mantil hir about,\nAnd sair, sair gan she weip,\nAnd she ran into the Jewis castel,\nWhan they wer all asleip.\n155B.10 \u2018My bonny Sir Hew, my pretty Sir Hew,\nI pray thee to me speik:\u2019\n\u2018O lady, rinn to the deip draw-well,\nGin ye your sonne wad seik.\u2019\n155B.11 Lady Helen ran to the deip draw-well,\nAnd knelt upon her kne:\n\u2018My bonny Sir Hew, an ye be here,\nI pray thee speik to me.\u2019\n155B.12 \u2018The lead is wondrous heavy, mither,\nThe well is wondrous deip;\nA keen pen-knife sticks in my hert,\nA word I dounae speik.\n155B.13 \u2018Gae hame, gae hame, my mither deir,\nFetch me my windling sheet,\nAnd at the back o Mirry-land toun,\nIt\u2019s thair we twa sall meet.\u2019\n155C: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155C.1 FOUR and twenty bonny boys\nWar playing at the ba;\nThen up and started sweet Sir Hew,\nThe flower amang them a\u2019.\n155C.2 He hit the ba a kick wi\u2019s fit,\nAnd kept it wi his knee,\nThat up into the Jew\u2019s window\nHe gart the bonny ba flee.\n155C.3 \u2018Cast doun the ba to me, fair maid,\nCast doun the ba to me;\u2019\n\u2018O neer a bit o the ba ye get\nTill ye cum up to me.\n155C.4 \u2018Cum up, sweet Hew, cum up, dear Hew,\nCum up and get the ba;\u2019\n\u2018I canna cum, I darna cum,\nWithout my play-feres twa.\u2019\n155C.5 \u2018Cum up, sweet Hew, cum up, dear Hew,\nCum up and play wi me;\u2019\n\u2018I canna cum, I darna cum,\nWithout my play-feres three.\u2019\n155C.6 She\u2019s gane into the Jew\u2019s garden,\nWhere the grass grew lang and green;\nShe powd an apple red and white,\nTo wyle the young thing in.\n155C.7 She wyl\u2019d him into ae chamber,\nShe wyl\u2019d him into twa,\nShe wyl\u2019d him to her ain chamber,\nThe fairest o them a\u2019.\n155C.8 She laid him on a dressing-board,\nWhere she did sometimes dine;\nShe put a penknife in his heart,\nAnd dressed him like a swine.\n155C.9 Then out and cam the thick, thick blude,\nThen out and cam the thin;\nThen out and cam the bonny heart\u2019s blude,\nWhere a\u2019 the life lay in.\n155C.10 She rowd him in a cake of lead,\nBad him lie still and sleep;\nShe cast him in the Jew\u2019s draw-well,\nWas fifty fadom deep.\n155C.11 She\u2019s tane her mantle about her head,\nHer pike-staff in her hand,\nAnd prayed Heaven to be her guide\nUnto some uncouth land.\n155C.12 His mither she cam to the Jew\u2019s castle,\nAnd there ran thryse about:\n\u2018O sweet Sir Hew, gif ye be here,\nI pray ye to me speak.\u2019\n155C.13 She cam into the Jew\u2019s garden,\nAnd there ran thryse about;\nRR\u2019rro sweet Sir Hew, gif ye be here,\nI pray ye to me speak.\u2019\n155C.14 She cam unto the Jew\u2019s draw-well,\nAnd there ran thryse about:\n\u2018O sweet Sir Hew, gif ye be here,\nI pray ye to me speak.\u2019\n155C.15 \u2018How can I speak, how dare I speak,\nHow can I speak to thee?\nThe Jew\u2019s penknife sticks in my heart,\nI canna speak to thee.\n155C.16 \u2018Gang hame, gang hame, O mither dear,\nAnd shape my winding sheet,\nAnd at the birks of Mirryland town\nThere you and I shall meet.\u2019\n155C.17 Whan bells war rung, and mass was sung,\nAnd a\u2019 men bound for bed,\nEvery mither had her son,\nBut sweet Sir Hew was dead.\n155D: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155D.1 ARR\u2019rr the boys of merry Linkim\nWar playing at the ba,\nAn up it stands him sweet Sir Hugh,\nThe flower amang them a\u2019.\n155D.2 He keppit the ba than wi his foot,\nAnd catchd it wi his knee,\nAnd even in at the Jew\u2019s window\nHe gart the bonny ba flee.\n155D.3 \u2018Cast out the ba to me, fair maid,\nCast out the ba to me!\u2019\n\u2018Ah never a bit of it,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Till ye come up to me.\n155D.4 \u2018Come up, sweet Hugh, come up, dear Hugh,\nCome up and get the ba\u2019!\u2019\n\u2018I winna come up, I mayna come [up],\nWithout my bonny boys a\u2019.\u2019\n155D.5 \u2018Come up, sweet Hugh, come up, dear Hugh,\nCome up and speak to me!\u2019\n\u2018I mayna come up, I winna come up,\nWithout my bonny boys three.\u2019\n155D.6 She\u2019s taen her to the Jew\u2019s garden,\nWhere the grass grew lang and green,\nShe\u2019s pu\u2019d an apple reid and white,\nTo wyle the bonny boy in.\n155D.7 She\u2019s wyl\u2019d him in thro ae chamber,\nShe\u2019s wyl\u2019d him in thro twa,\nShe\u2019s wyl\u2019d him till her ain chamber,\nThe flower out owr them a\u2019.\n155D.8 She\u2019s laid him on a dressin-board,\nWhare she did often dine;\nShe stack a penknife to his heart,\nAnd dressd him like a swine.\n155D.9 She rowd him in a cake of lead,\nBade him lie still and sleep;\nShe threw him i the Jew\u2019s draw-well,\n\u2019Twas fifty fathom deep.\n155D.10 Whan bells was rung, and mass was sung,\nAn a\u2019 man bound to bed,\nEvery lady got hame her son,\nBut sweet Sir Hugh was dead.\n155E: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155E.1 YESTERDAY was brave Hallowday,\nAnd, above all days of the year,\nThe schoolboys all got leave to play,\nAnd little Sir Hugh was there.\n155E.2 He kicked the ball with his foot,\nAnd kepped it with his knee,\nAnd even in at the Jew\u2019s window\nHe gart the bonnie ba flee.\n155E.3 Out then came the Jew\u2019s daughter:\n\u2018Will ye come in and dine?\u2019\n\u2018I winna come in, and I canna come in,\nTill I get that ball of mine.\n155E.4 \u2018Throw down that ball to me, maiden,\nThrow down the ball to me!\u2019\n\u2018I winna throw down your ball, Sir Hugh,\nTill ye come up to me.\u2019\n155E.5 She pu\u2019d the apple frae the tree,\nIt was baith red and green;\nShe gave it unto little Sir Hugh,\nWith that his heart did win.\n155E.6 She wiled him into ae chamber,\nShe wiled him into twa,\nShe wiled him into the third chamber,\nAnd that was warst o\u2019t a\u2019.\n155E.7 She took out a little penknife,\nHung low down by her spare,\nShe twined this young thing o his life,\nAnd a word he neer spak mair.\n155E.8 And first came out the thick, thick blood,\nAnd syne came out the thin,\nAnd syne came out the bonnie heart\u2019s blood,\nThere was nae mair within.\n155E.9 She laid him on a dressing-table,\nShe dressd him like a swine;\nSays, Lie ye there, my bonnie Sir Hugh,\nWi yere apples red and green!\n155E.10 She put him in a case of lead,\nSays, Lie ye there and sleep!\nShe threw him into the deep draw-well,\nWas fifty fathom deep.\n155E.11 A schoolboy walking in the garden\nDid grievously hear him moan;\nHe ran away to the deep draw-well,\nAnd fell down on his knee.\n155E.12 Says, Bonnie Sir Hugh, and pretty Sir Hugh,\nI pray you speak to me!\nIf you speak to any body in this world,\nI pray you speak to me.\n155E.13 When bells were rung, and mass was sung,\nAnd every body went hame,\nThen every lady had her son,\nBut Lady Helen had nane.\n155E.14 She rolled her mantle her about,\nAnd sore, sore did she weep;\nShe ran away to the Jew\u2019s castle,\nWhen all were fast asleep.\n155E.15 She cries, Bonnie Sir Hugh, O pretty Sir Hugh,\nI pray you speak to me!\nIf you speak to any body in this world,\nI pray you speak to me.\n155E.16 \u2018Lady Helen, if ye want your son,\nI\u2019ll tell ye where to seek;\nLady Helen, if ye want your son,\nHe\u2019s in the well sae deep.\u2019\n155E.17 She ran away to the deep draw-well,\nAnd she fell down on her knee,\nSaying, Bonnie Sir Hugh, O pretty Sir Hugh,\nI pray ye speak to me!\nIf ye speak to any body in the world,\nI pray ye speak to me.\n155E.18 \u2018Oh the lead it is wondrous heavy, mother,\nThe well it is wondrous deep;\nThe little penknife sticks in my throat,\nAnd I downa to ye speak.\n155E.19 \u2018But lift me out o this deep draw-well,\nAnd bury me in yon churchyard;\n. . . .\n. . . .\n155E.20 \u2018Put a Bible at my head,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018And a Testament at my feet,\nAnd pen and ink at every side,\nAnd I\u2019ll lie still and sleep.\n155E.21 \u2018And go to the back of Maitland town,\nBring me my winding sheet;\nFor it\u2019s at the back of Maitland town\nThat you and I shall meet.\u2019\n155E.22 O the broom, the bonny, bonny broom,\nThe broom that makes full sore,\nA woman\u2019s mercy is very little,\nBut a man\u2019s mercy is more.\n155F: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155F.1 \u2019TWAS on a summer\u2019s morning\nSome scholars were playing at ball,\nWhen out came the Jew\u2019s daughter\nAnd leand her back against the wall.\n155F.2 She said unto the fairest boy,\nCome here to me, Sir Hugh;\n\u2018No! I will not,\u2019 said he,\n\u2018Without my playfellows too.\u2019\n155F.3 She took an apple out of her pocket,\nAnd trundled it along the plain,\nAnd who was readiest to lift it\nWas little Sir Hugh again.\n155F.4 She took him by the milk-white han,\nAn led him through many a hall,\nUntil they came to one stone chamber,\nWhere no man might hear his call.\n155F.5 She set him in a goolden chair,\nAnd jaggd him with a pin,\nAnd called for a goolden cup\nTo houl his heart\u2019s blood in.\n155F.6 She tuk him by the yellow hair,\nAn also by the feet,\nAn she threw him in the deep draw-well;\nIt was fifty fadom deep.\n155F.7 Day bein over, the night came on,\nAnd the scholars all went home;\nThen every mother had her son,\nBut little Sir Hugh\u2019s had none.\n155F.8 She put a mantle about her head,\nTuk a little rod in her han,\nAn she says, Sir Hugh, if I fin you here,\nI will bate you for stayin so long.\n155F.9 First she went to the Jew\u2019s door,\nBut they were fast asleep;\nAn then she went to the deep draw-well,\nThat was fifty fadom deep.\n155F.10 She says, Sir Hugh, if you be here,\nAs I suppose you be,\nIf ever the dead or quick arose,\nArise and spake to me.\n155F.11 \u2018Yes, mother dear, I am here,\nI know I have staid very long;\nBut a little penknife was stuck in my heart,\nTill the stream ran down full strong.\n155F.12 \u2018And mother dear, when you go home,\nTell my playfellows all\nThat I lost my life by leaving them,\nWhen playing that game of ball.\n155F.13 \u2018And ere another day is gone,\nMy winding-sheet prepare,\nAnd bury me in the green churchyard,\nWhere the flowers are bloomin fair.\n155F.14 \u2018Lay my Bible at my head,\nMy Testament at my feet;\nthe earth and worms shall be my bed,\nTill Christ and I shall meet.\u2019\n155G: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155G. Baltimore.\nIT rains, it rains in old Scotland,\nAnd down the rain does fa,\nAnd all the boys in our town\nAre out a playing at ba.\n155G.2 \u2018You toss your balls too high, my boys,\nYou toss your balls too low;\nYou\u2019ll toss them into the Jew\u2019s garden,\nWherein you darst not go.\u2019\n155G.3 Then out came one of the Jew\u2019s daughters,\nAll dressed in red and green:\n\u2018Come in, come in, my pretty little boy,\nAnd get your ball again.\u2019\n155G.4 \u2018I winna come in, and I canna come in,\nWithout my playmates all,\nAnd without the will of my mother dear,\nWhich would cause my heart\u2019s blood to fall.\u2019\n155G.5 She shewed him an apple as green as grass,\nShe shewed him a gay gold ring,\nShe shewed him a cherry as red as blood,\nWhich enticed the little boy in.\n155G.6 She took him by the lily-white hand,\nAnd led him into the hall,\nAnd laid him on a dresser-board,\nAnd that was the worst of all.\n155G.7 She laid the Bible at his head,\nThe Prayer-Book at his feet,\nAnd with a penknife small\nShe stuck him like a sheep.\n155G.8 Six pretty maids took him by the head,\nAnd six took him by the feet,\nAnd threw him into a deep draw-well,\nThat was eighteen fathoms deep.\n* * * * *\n155G.9 \u2018The lead is wondrous heavy, mother,\nThe well is wondrous deep,\nA keen pen-knife sticks in my heart,\nAnd nae word more can I speak.\u2019\n155H: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155H.1 IT rains, it rains in fair Scotland,\nIt rains both great and small\n. . . .\n. . . .\n155H.2 He tossed the ball so high, so low,\nHe tossed the ball so low,\nHe tossed it over the Jew\u2019s garden-wall,\nWhere no none dared to go.\n155H.3 Out came one of the Jew\u2019s daughters,\nAll dressed in apple-green;\nSaid she, My dear little boy, come in,\nAnd pick up your ball again.\n155H.4 \u2018I dare not come, I will not come,\nI dare not come at all;\nFor if I should, I know you would\nCause my blood to fall.\u2019\n155H.5 She took him by the lily-white hand,\nAnd led him thro the kitchen;\nAnd there he saw his own dear maid\nA roasting of a chicken.\n155H.6 She put him in a little chair,\nAnd pinned him with a pin,\nAnd then she called for a wash-basin,\nTo spill his life blood in.\n155H.7 \u2018O put the Bible at my head,\nAnd the Testament at my feet,\nAnd when my mother calls for me,\nYou may tell her I\u2019m gone to sleep.\u2019\n155I: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155I.1 the recitation of an aged lady.\nIT rains, it rains in merry Scotland,\nIt rains both great and small,\nAnd all the children in merry Scotland\nAre playing at the ball.\n155I.2 They toss the ball so high, so high,\nThey toss the ball so low,\nThey toss the ball in the Jew\u2019s garden,\nWhere the Jews are sitting a row.\n155I.3 Then up came one of the Jew\u2019s daughters,\nCloathed all in green:\n\u2018Come hither, come hither, my pretty Sir Hugh,\nAnd fetch thy ball again.\u2019\n155I.4 \u2018I durst not come, I durst not go,\nWithout my play-fellowes all;\nFor if my mother should chance to know,\nShe\u2019d cause my blood to fall.\u2019\n* * * * *\n155I.5 She laid him upon the dresser-board,\nAnd stuck him like a sheep;\nShe laid the Bible at his head,\nThe Testament at his feet,\nThe Catechise-Book in his own heart\u2019s blood,\nWith a penknife stuck so deep.\n* * * * *\n155J: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155J.1 IT rains, it rains in merry Scotland,\nBoth little, great and small,\nAnd all the schoolfellows in merry Scotland\nMust needs go play at ball.\n155J.2 They tossd the ball so high, so high,\nWith that it came down so low;\nThey tossd it over the old Jew\u2019s gates,\nAnd broke the old Jew\u2019s window.\n155J.3 The old Jew\u2019s daughter she came out,\nWas clothed all in green:\n\u2018Come hither, come hither, you young Sir Hugh,\nAnd fetch your ball again.\u2019\n155J.4 \u2018I dare not come, nor I will not come,\nWithout my schoolfellows come all;\nFor I shall be beaten when I go home\nFor losing of my ball.\u2019\n155J.5 She \u2019ticed him with an apple so red,\nAnd likewise with a fig;\nShe threw him over the dresser-board,\nAnd sticked him like a pig.\n155J.6 The first came out the thickest of blood,\nThe second came out so thin,\nThe third came out the child\u2019s heart-blood,\nWhere all his life lay in.\n155J.7 \u2018O spare my life! O spare my life!\nO spare my life!\u2019 said he;\n\u2018If ever I live to be a young man,\nI\u2019ll do as good chare for thee.\u2019\n155J.8 \u2018I\u2019ll do as good chare for thy true love\nAs ever I did for the king;\nI will scour a basin as bright as silver\nTo let your heart-blood run in.\u2019\n155J.9 When eleven o\u2019clock was past and gone,\nAnd all the school-fellows came home,\nEvery mother had her own child\nBut young Sir Hugh\u2019s mother had none.\n155J.10 She went up Lincoln and down Lincoln,\nAnd all about Lincoln street,\nWith her small wand in her right hand,\nThinking of her child to meet.\n155J.11 She went till she came to the old Jew\u2019s gate,\nShe knocked with the ring;\nWho should be so ready as the old Jew herself\nTo rise and let her in!\n155J.12 \u2018What news, fair maid? what news, fair maid?\nWhat news have you brought to me?\n. . . . .\n. . . .\n155J.13 \u2018Have you seen any of my child today,\nOr any of the rest of my kin?\u2019\n\u2018No, I\u2019ve seen none of your child today,\nNor none of the rest of your kin.\u2019\n155K: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155K.1 IT hails, it rains, in Merry-Cock land,\nIt hails, it rains, both great and small,\nAnd all the little children in Merry-Cock land\nThey have need to play at ball.\n155K.2 They tossd the ball so high,\nThey tossd the ball so low,\nAmongst all the Jews\u2019 cattle,\nAnd amongst the Jews below.\n155K.3 Out came one of the Jew\u2019s daughters,\nDressed all in green;\n\u2018Come, my sweet Saluter,\nAnd fetch the ball again.\u2019\n155K.4 \u2018I durst not come, I must not come,\nUnless all my little playfellows come along;\nFor if my mother sees me at the gate,\nShe\u2019ll cause my blood to fall.\n155K.5 \u2018She showd me an apple as green as grass,\nShe showd me a gay gold ring;\nShe showd me a cherry as red as blood,\nAnd so she entic\u2019d me in\n155K.6 \u2018She took me in the parlor,\nShe took me in the kitchen,\nAnd there I saw my own dear nurse,\nA picking of a chicken.\n155K.7 \u2018She laid me down to sleep,\nWith a Bible at my head and a Testament at my feet;\nAnd if my playfellows come to quere for me,\nTell them I am asleep.\u2019\n155L: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155L.1 IT rains, it hails in merry Lincoln,\nIt rains both great and small,\nAnd all the boys and girls today\nDo play at pat the ball.\n155L.2 They patted the ball so high, so high,\nThey patted the ball so low,\nThey patted it into the Jew\u2019s garden,\nWhere all the Jews do go.\n155L.3 Then out it spake the Jew\u2019s daughter,\nAs she leant over the wall;\n\u2018Come hither, come hither, my pretty playfellow,\nAnd I\u2019ll give you your ball.\u2019\n155L.4 She tempted him [in] with apple so red,\nBut that wouldnt tempt him in;\nShe tempted him in with sugar so sweet,\nAnd so she got him in.\n155L.5 Then she put forth her lilly-white hand,\nAnd led him through the hall:\n\u2018This way, this way, my pretty play-fellow,\nAnd you shall have your ball.\u2019\n155L.6 She led him on through one chamber,\nAnd so she did through nine,\nUntil she came to her own chamber,\nWhere she was wont to dine,\nAnd she laid him on a dressing-board,\nAnd sticket him like a swine.\n155L.7 Then out it came the thick, thick blood,\nAnd out it came the thin,\nAnd out it came the bonnie heart\u2019s blood,\nThere was no more within.\n155M: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155M.1 DOWN in merry, merry Scotland\nIt rained both hard and small;\nTwo little boys went out one day,\nAll for to play with a ball.\n155M.2 They tossed it up so very, very high,\nThey tossed it down so low;\nThey tossed it into the Jew\u2019s garden,\nWhere the flowers all do blow.\n155M.3 Out came one of the Jew\u2019s daughters,\nDress d in green all:\n\u2018If you come here, my fair pretty lad,\nYou shall have your ball.\u2019\n155M.4 She showed him an apple as green as grass;\nThe next thing was a fig;\nThe next thing a cherry as red as blood,\nAnd that would \u2019tice him in.\n155M.5 set him on a golden chair,\nAnd gave him sugar sweet;\nLaid him on some golden chest of drawers,\nStabbed him like a sheep.\n155M.6 \u2018Seven foot Bible\nAt my head and my feet;\nIf my mother pass by me,\nPray tell her I\u2019m asleep.\u2019\n155N: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155N.1 IT was on a May, on a midsummer\u2019s day,\nWhen it rained, it did rain small;\nAnd little Harry Hughes and his playfellows all\nWent out to play the ball.\n155N.2 He knocked it up, and he knocked it down,\nHe knocked it oer and oer;\nThe very first kick little Harry gave the ball,\nHe broke the duke\u2019s windows all.\n155N.3 She came down, the youngest duke\u2019s daughter,\nShe was dressed in green:\n\u2018Come back, come back, my pretty little boy,\nAnd play the ball again.\u2019\n155N.4 \u2018I wont come back, and I daren\u2019t come back,\nWithout my playfellows all;\nAnd if my mother she should come in,\nShe\u2019d make it the bloody ball.\u2019\n155N.5 She took an apple out of her pocket,\nAnd rolled it along the plain;\nLittle Harry Hughes picked up the apple,\nAnd sorely rued the day.\n155N.6 She takes him by the lily-white hand,\nAnd leads him from hall to hall,\nUntil she came to a little dark room,\nThat no one could hear him call.\n155N.7 She sat herself on a golden chair,\nHim on another close by,\nAnd there\u2019s where she pulled out her little penknife,\nThat was both sharp and fine.\n155N.8 Little Harry Hughes had to pray for his soul,\nFor his days were at an end;\nShe stuck her penknife in little Harry\u2019s heart,\nAnd first the blood came very thick, and then came very thin.\n155N.9 She rolled him in a quire of tin,\nThat was in so many a fold;\nShe rolled him from that to a little draw-well,\nThat was fifty fathoms deep.\n155N.10 \u2018Lie there, lie there, little Harry,\u2019 she cried,\n\u2018And God forbid you to swim,\nIf you be a disgrace to me,\nOr to any of my friends.\u2019\n155N.11 The day passed by, and the night came on,\nAnd every scholar was home,\nAnd every mother had her own child,\nBut poor Harry\u2019s mother had none.\n155N.12 She walked up and down the street,\nWith a little sally rod in her hand,\nAnd God directed her to the little draw-well,\nThat was fifty fathoms deep.\n155N.13 \u2018If you be there, little Harry,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018And God forbid you to be,\nSpeak one word to your own dear mother,\nThat is looking all over for thee.\u2019\n155N.14 \u2018This I am, dear mother,\u2019 he cried,\n\u2018And lying in great pain,\nWith a little penknife lying close to my heart,\nAnd the duke\u2019s daughter has me slain.\n155N.15 \u2018Give my blessing to my schoolfellows all,\nAnd tell them to be at the church,\nAnd make my grave both large and deep,\nAnd my coffin of hazel and green birch.\n155N.16 \u2018Put my Bible at my head,\nMy busker (?) at my feet,\nMy little prayer-book at my right side,\nAnd sound will be my sleep.\u2019\n155O: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155O.1 IT rains, it rains, in merry Scotland,\nIt rains both great and small,\nAnd all the children in merry Scotland\nMust needs play at ball.\n155O.2 They toss the ball so high,\nAnd they toss the ball so low;\nThey toss it into the Jew\u2019s garden,\nWhere the Jews sate all of a row.\n155O.3 . . . .\nA-dress d all in green:\n\u2018Come in, come in, my pretty lad,\nAnd you shall have your ball again.\u2019\n155O.4 \u2018They set me in a chair of state,\nAnd gave me sugar sweet;\nThey laid me on a dresser-board,\nAnd stuck me like a sheep.\n155O.5 \u2018Oh lay a Bible at my head,\nAnd a Prayer-Book at my feet!\nIn the well that they did throw me in,\nFull five-and-fifty feet deep.\u2019\n155P: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155P.1 HE tossed the ball so high, so high,\nHe tossed the ball so low,\nHe tossed the ball in the Jew\u2019s garden,\nAnd the Jews were all below.\n155P.2 Oh then out came the Jew\u2019s daughter,\nShe was dressed all in green:\n\u2018Come hither, come hither, my sweet pretty fellow,\nAnd fetch your ball again.\u2019\n155Q: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155Q.1 ARR\u2019rr the bairns o Lincolnshire\nWere learning at the school,\nAnd every Saturday at een\nThey learnt their lessons weel.\n155Q.2 The Jew\u2019s dochter sat in her bower-door,\nSewing at her seam;\nShe spied a\u2019 the bonnie bairns,\nAs they cam out and hame.\n155R: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155R.1 IT was in the middle o the midsimmer tyme,\nWhen the scule weans playd at the ba, ba,\nOut and cam the Jew\u2019s tochter,\nAnd on little Sir Hew did ca, ca,\nAnd on little Sir Hew did ca.\n155[S]: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155[S].1 It rained so high, it rained so low,\n. . . . . . .\nIn the Jew\u2019s garden all below.\n155[S.2] Out came a Jew,\nAll cloth d in green,\nSaying, Come hither, come hither, my sweet little boy,\nAnd fetch your ball again.\n155[S.3] \u2018I won\u2019t come hither, I shan\u2019t come hither,\nWithout my school-fellows all;\nMy mother would beat me, my father would kill me,\nAnd cause my blood to pour.\n155[S.4] \u2018He showed me an apple as green as grass,\nHe showed me a gay gold ring,\nHe showed me a cherry as red as blood,\nAnd that enticed me in.\n155[S.5] \u2018He enticed me into the parlour,\nHe enticed me into the kitchen,\nAnd there I saw my own dear sister,\nA picking of a chicken.\n155[S.6] \u2018He set me in a golden chair\nAnd gave me sugar sweet;\nHe laid me on a dresser-board,\nAnd stabbed me like a sheep.\n155[S.7] \u2018With a Bible at my head,\nA Testament at my feet,\nA prayer-book at the side of me,\nAnd a penknife in so deep.\n155[S.8] \u2018If my mother should enquire for me,\nTell her I\u2019m asleep;\nTell her I\u2019m at heaven\u2019s gate,\nWhere her and I shall meet.\u2019\n155[T]: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155[T].1 Easter Day was a holiday,\nOf all days in the year,\nAnd all the little schoolfellows went out to play,\nBat Sir William was not there.\n155[T.2] Mammma went to the Jew\u2019s wife\u2019s house,\nAnd knocked at the ring,\nSaying, Little Sir William, if you are there,\nOh, let your mother in!\n155[T.3] The Jew\u2019s wife opened the door and said,\nHe is not here to-day;\nHe is with the little schoolfellows out on the green,\nPlaying some pretty play.\n155[T.4] Mamma went to the Boyne water,\nThat is so wide and deep,\nSaying, Little Sir William, if you are there,\nOh, pity your mother\u2019s weep!\n155[T.5] \u2018How can I pity your weep, mother,\nAnd I so long in pain?\nFor the little penknife sticks close in my heart,\nAnd the Jew\u2019s wife has me slain.\n155[T.6] \u2018Go home, go home, my mother dear,\nAnd prepare my winding sheet,\nFor tomorrow morning before eight o\u2019clock\nYou with my body shall meet.\n155[T.7] \u2018And lay my Prayer-Book at my head,\nAnd my grammar at my feet,\nThat all the little schoolfellows as they pass by\nMay read them for my sake.\u2019\n155[U]: Sir Hugh, or the Jew\u2019s Daughter\n155[U].1 You toss your ball so high,\nYou toss your ball so low,\nYou toss your ball into the Jew\u2019s garden,\nWhere the pretty flowers grow.\n155[U.2] Out came one of the Jew\u2019s daughters,\nDressed all in green:\n\u2018Come hither, pretty little dear,\nAnd fetch your ball again.\u2019\n155[U.3] She showed him a rosy-cheeked apple,\nShe showed him a gay gold ring,\nShe showed him a cherry as red as blood,\nAnd that enticed him in.\n155[U.4] She set him in a golden chair,\nShe gave him kisses sweet,\nShe threw him down a darksome well,\nMore than fifty feet deep.","title":"The Child Ballads: 155. Sir Hugh, or the Jew's Daughter","type":"page"}