- IT rains, it rains in merry Scotland, It rains both great and small, And all the children in merry Scotland Are playing at the ball.
- They toss the ball so high, so high, They toss the ball so low, They toss the ball in the Jew’s garden, Where the Jews are sitting a row.
- Then up came one of the Jew’s daughters, Cloathed all in green: ‘Come hither, come hither, my pretty Sir Hugh, And fetch thy ball again.’
- ‘I durst not come, I durst not go,
Without my play-fellowes all;
For if my mother should chance to know,
She’d cause my blood to fall.’
- She laid him upon the dresser-board,
And stuck him like a sheep;
She laid the Bible at his head,
The Testament at his feet,
The Catechise-Book in his own heart’s blood,
With a penknife stuck so deep.
No: 155; variant: 155I
Source: from the recitation of an aged lady.