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HUGH OP LINCOLN. |
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And first came out the thick, thick blood, And syne came out the thin; so
And syne came out the bonny heart's blood; There was nae mair within.
She's row'd him in a cake o' lead,
Bade him lie still and sleep ; She's thrown him in Our Lady's draw well, as
Was fifty fathom deep.
When bells were rung, and mass was sung,
And a' the bairns came hame, When every lady gat hame her son,
The Lady Maisry gat nane. «
She's ta'en her mantle her about,
Her coffer by the hand ; And she's gane 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 ; " Gin ye be there, my sweet Sir Hugh,
I pray you to me speak."
She's doen her to the Jew's garden,
Thought he had been gathering fruit; w
" Gin ye be there, my sweet Sir Hugh, I pray you to me speak." |
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