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146 the jew's daughter.
" My bonny Sir Hew, my pretty Sir Hew,
I pray thee to me speik : " " 0 lady, rinn to the deip draw-well,
Gin ze zour sonne wad seik." *>
Lady Helen ran to the deip draw-well,
And knelt upon her kne : " My bonny Sir Hew, and ze be here,
I pray thee speik to me."
" The lead is wondrous heavy, mither, ,<«
The well is wondrous deip ; A keen pen-knife sticks in my hert,
A word I dounae speik.
" Gae name, gae hame, my mither deir, Fetch me my windling sheet, so
And at the back o' Mirry-land toun, Its thair we twa sail meet."