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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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The Jew's Daughter

SIR HUGH, OR, THE JEW'S DAUGHTER—H

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Communicated by Miss Perine, of Baltimore, Maryland, as sung by her mother about 1825.

1

It rains, it rains in fair Scotland,
It rains both great and small
[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]

2

He tossed the ball so high, so low,
He tossed the ball so low,
He tossed it over the Jew's garden-wall,
Where no one dared to go.

3

Out came one of the Jew's daughters,
All dressed in apple-green;
Said she, My dear little boy, come in,
And pick up your ball again.

4

‘I dare not come, I will not come,
I dare not come at all;
For if I should, I know you would
Cause my blood to fall.’

5

She took him by the lily-white hand,
And led him thro the kitchen;
And there he saw his own dear maid
A roasting of a chicken.

6

She put him in a little chair,
And pinned him with a pin,
And then she called for a wash-basin,
To spill his life blood in.

7

‘O put the Bible at my head,
And the Testament at my feet,
And when my mother calls for me,
You may tell her I'm gone to sleep.’