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14 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
Till over in the Jewish garden it fell, Where no one was darst to go, go, go, Where no one was darst to go.
Out came a Jewish lady,
All dressed so gay and fine. "Come in, my pretty little boy," she said,
"And you shall have your ball, ball, ball,
And you shall have your ball."
At first she showed him a yellow apple dish,
And a gay gold ring, And then a cherry as red as blood,
To entice this little boy in, in, in,
To entice this little boy in.
She took him by his little white hand, And led him through the hall,
And then unto a cellar so deep,
Where no one could hear him lament, lament, Where no one could hear him lament.
" If any of my playmates should call for me,
You may tell them that I'm asleep; But if my mother should call for me,
You may tell her that I am dead, And buried with a prayer-book at my feet,
And a bible at my head, head, head,
And a bible at my head."