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The Jewis Daughter
SIR HUGH, OR, THE JEW'S DAUGHTER—C
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Percy papers; communicated to Percy by Paton, in 1768 or 69, and derived from a friend of Paton's.
1
Four and twenty bonny boysWar playing at the ba;
Then up and started sweet Sir Hew,
The flower amang them a'.
2
He hit the ba a kick wi's fit,And kept it wi his knee,
That up into the Jew's window
He gart the bonny ba flee.
3
‘Cast doun the ba to me, fair maid,Cast doun the ba to me;’
‘O neer a bit o the ba ye get
Till ye cum up to me.
4
‘Cum up, sweet Hew, cum up, dear Hew,Cum up and get the ba;’
‘I canna cum, I darna cum,
Without my play-feres twa.’
5
‘Cum up, sweet Hew, cum up, dear Hew,Cum up and play wi me;’
‘I canna cum, I darna cum,
Without my play-feres three.’
6
She's gane into the Jew's garden,Where the grass grew lang and green;
She powd an apple red and white,
To wyle the young thing in.
7
She wyl'd him into ae chamber,She wyl'd him into twa,
She wyl'd him to her ain chamber,
The fairest o them a'.
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She laid him on a dressing-board,Where she did sometimes dine;
She put a penknife in his heart,
And dressed him like a swine.
9
Then out and cam the thick, thick blude,Then out and cam the thin;
Then out and cam the bonny heart's blude,
Where a' the life lay in.
10
She rowd him in a cake of lead,Bad him lie still and sleep;
She cast him in the Jew's draw-well,
Was fifty fadom deep.
11
She's tane her mantle about her head,Her pike-staff in her hand,
And prayed Heaven to be her guide
Unto some uncouth land.
12
His mither she cam to the Jew's castle,And there ran thryse about:
‘O sweet Sir Hew, gif ye be here,
I pray ye to me speak.’
13
She cam into the Jew's garden,And there ran thryse about:
‘O sweet Sir Hew, gif ye be here,
I pray ye to me speak.’
14
She cam unto the Jew's draw-well,And there ran thryse about:
‘O sweet Sir Hew, gif ye be here,
I pray ye to me speak.’
15
‘How can I speak, how dare I speak,How can I speak to thee?
The Jew's penknife sticks in my heart,
I canna speak to thee.
16
‘Gang hame, gang hame, O mither dear,And shape my winding sheet,
And at the birks of Mirryland town
There you and I shall meet.’
17
Whan bells war rung, and mass was sung,And a' men bound for bed,
Every mither had her son,
But sweet Sir Hew was dead.
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