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SIK HUGH. |
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She wiled him into ae chamber,
She wiled him into twa, She wiled him into the third chamber,
And that was warst o't a'.
She took out a little penknife, 2!
Hung low down by her spare, She twined this young thing o' his life,
And a word he ne'er spak mair.
And first came out the thick, thick blood,
And syne came out the thin, so
And syne came out the bonnie heart's blood,— There was nae mair within.
i She laid him on a dressing table,
She dress'd him like a swine, Says, " Lie ye there, my bonnie Sir Hugh, St
Wi' ye're apples red and green !"
She put him in a case of lead,
Says, " Lie ye there and sleep 1" She threw him into the deep draw-well
Was fifty fathom deep. *o
A schoolboy walking in the garden
Did grievously hear him moan, He ran away to the deep draw-well
And fell down on his knee.
Says, " Bonnie Sir Hugh, and pretty Sir Hugh, 45
I pray you speak to me; If you speak to any body in this world,
I pray you speak to me." |
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