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HUGH OF LINCOLN
She's wyled him in through ae dark door,
And sae has she through nine ; She 's laid him on a dressing table,
And stickit him like a swine.
And first came out the thick, thick blood,
And syne came out the thin, And syne came out the bonny heart's blood;
There was no more within.
She's row'd him in a cake o' lead,
Bade him lie still and sleep ; She's thrown him into Our Lady's draw-well,
Was fifty fathom deep.
When bells were rung, and mass was sung,
And a' the bairns came hame, Then every lady had hame her son,
But Lady Helen had nane.
She 's ta'en her mantle her about,
Her coffer by the hand, And she 's gone out to seek her son,
And wander'd o'er the land.
She 's doen her to the Jew's castell
Where a' were fast asleep ; Cries, l Bonnie Sir Hugh, O pretty Sir Hugh,
I pray you to me speak ! '
row'd] wrapped. 354