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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344280" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sir Hugh; Or The Jew's Daughter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Four-and-twenty bonny boys<br>Were playing at the ba,<br>And by it came him sweet Sir Hugh,<br>And he playd o'er them a'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He kickd the ba with his right foot<br>And catchd it wi his knee,<br>And throuch-and-thro the Jew's window<br>He gard the bonny ba flee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's doen him to the Jew's castell<br>And walkd it round about;<br>And there he saw the Jew's daughter,<br>At the window looking out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Throw down the ba, ye Jew's daughter,<br>Throw down the ba to me!'<br>'Never a bit,' says the Jew's daughter,<br>'Till up to me come ye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'How will I come up? How can I come up?<br>How can I come to thee?<br>For as ye did to my auld father,<br>The same ye'll do to me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's gane till her father's garden,<br>And pu'd an apple red and green;<br>'Twas a' to wyle him sweet Sir Hugh,<br>And to entice him in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's led him in through ae dark door,<br>And sae has she thro nine;<br>She's laid him on a dressing-table,<br>And stickit him like a swine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And first came out the thick, thick blood,<br>And syne came out the thin;<br>And syne came out the bonny heart's blood;<br>There was nae mair within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's rowd him in a cake o lead,<br>Bade him lie still and sleep;<br>She's thrown him in Our Lady's draw-well,<br>Was fifty fathom deep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When bells were rung, and mass was sung,<br>And a' the bairns came hame,<br>When every lady gat hame her son,<br>The Lady Maisry gat nane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's taen her mantle her about,<br>Her coffer by the hand,<br>And she's gane out to seek her son,<br>And wandered o'er the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's doen her to the Jew's castell,<br>Where a' were fast asleep:<br>'Gin ye be there, my sweet Sir Hugh,<br>I pray you to me speak.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gae hame, gae hame, my mither dear,<br>Prepare my winding-sheet,<br>And at the back o merry Lincoln<br>The morn I will you meet.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Lady Maisry is gane hame,<br>Make him a winding-sheet,<br>And at the back o merry Lincoln,<br>The dead corpse did her meet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a the bells o merry Lincoln<br>Without men's hands were rung,<br>And a' the books o merry Lincoln<br>Were read without man's tongue,<br>And neer was such a burial<br>Sin Adam's days begun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q>
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Were playing at the ba,
And by it came him sweet Sir Hugh,
And he playd o'er them a'.

He kickd the ba with his right foot
And catchd it wi his knee,
And throuch-and-thro the Jew's window
He gard the bonny ba flee.

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