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SIR HUGH. See p. 136. |
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From Hume's Sir Hugh of Lincoln, p. 36; obtained from recitation, in Ireland.
'Twas on a summer's morning, Some scholars were playing at ball;
When out came the Jew's daughter And lean'd her back against the wall.
She said unto the fairest boy, a
" Come here to me, Sir Hugh." " No! I will not," said he,
" Without my playfellows too."
She took an apple out of her pocket,
And trundled it along the plain ; 10
And who was readiest to lift it, Was little Sir Hugh, again.
She took him by the milk-white han',
An' led him through many a hall, Until they came to one stone chamber, is
Where no man might hear his call.
She sat him in a goolden chair,
And jaggM him with a pin ; And called for a goolden cup
To houl' his heart's blood in. 20 |
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