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SIK HUGH. |
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When bells were rung and mass was sung,
And every body went hame, so
Then every lady had her son, But Lady Helen had nane.
She rolled her mantle her about,
And sore, sore did she weep; She ran away to the Jew's castle, 56
"Wben all were fast asleep.
She cries, " Bonnie Sir Hugh, O pretty Sir Hugh,
I pray you speak to me; If you speak to any body in this world,
I pray you speak to me." 60
" Lady Helen, if ye want your son,
I 'II tell ye where to seek ; Lady Helen, if ye want your son,
He 's in the well sae deep."
She ran away to the deep draw-well, as
And she fell down on her knee ; Saying, " Bonnie Sir Hugh, 0 pretty Sir Hugh,
I pray ye speak to me; If ye speak to any body in the world,
I pray ye speak to me." ro
" Oh! the lead it is wondrous heavy, mother,
The well it is wondrous deep ; The little penknife sticks in my throat,
And I downa to ye speak.
But lift me out o' this deep draw-well, rs
And bury me in yon churchyard; |
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