Sir Hugh, or the Jew’s Daughter
No: 155; variant: 155H
- IT rains, it rains in fair Scotland,
It rains both great and small
. . . .
. . . .
- He tossed the ball so high, so low,
He tossed the ball so low,
He tossed it over the Jew's garden-wall,
Where no none dared to go.
- Out came one of the Jew's daughters,
All dressed in apple-green;
Said she, My dear little boy, come in,
And pick up your ball again.
- 'I dare not come, I will not come,
I dare not come at all;
For if I should, I know you would
Cause my blood to fall.'
- She took him by the lily-white hand,
And led him thro the kitchen;
And there he saw his own dear maid
A roasting of a chicken.
- She put him in a little chair,
And pinned him with a pin,
And then she called for a wash-basin,
To spill his life blood in.
- 'O put the Bible at my head,
And the Testament at my feet,
And when my mother calls for me,
You may tell her I'm gone to sleep.'