Sir Hugh, or the Jew’s Daughter

No: 155; variant: 155H

  1. IT rains, it rains in fair Scotland, It rains both great and small . . . . . . . .
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. ‘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.’
  5. 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.
  6. 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.
  7. ‘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.’