Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 3 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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336                                 SIE HUGH.
She tuk him by the yellow hair,
An' also by the feet; An' she threw him in the deep draw well,
It was fifty fadom deep.
Day bein' over, the night came on,                          25
And the scholars all went home ; Then every mother had her son,
But little Sir Hugh's had none.
She put her mantle about her head,
Tuk a little rod in her han',                                   so
An' she says, " Sir Hugh, if I fin' you here,
I will bate you for stayin' so long.'
First she went to the Jew's door,
But they were fast asleep; An' then she went to the deep draw-well, 86
That was fifty fadom deep.
She says, " Sir Hugh, if you be here,
As I suppose you be, If ever the dead or quick arose,
Arise and spake to me."                                           40
Yes, mother dear, I,
I know I have staid very long; But a little penknife was stuck in my heart,
Till the stream ran down full strong.
And mother dear, when you go home,                    «
Tell my playfellows all, That I lost my life by leaving them
When playing that game of ball.

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