Sir Hugh, or the Jew’s Daughter

No: 155; variant: 155[U]

  1. You toss your ball so high, You toss your ball so low, You toss your ball into the Jew’s garden, Where the pretty flowers grow.
  2. Out came one of the Jew’s daughters, Dressed all in green: ‘Come hither, pretty little dear, And fetch your ball again.’
  3. She showed him a rosy-cheeked apple, She showed him a gay gold ring, She showed him a cherry as red as blood, And that enticed him in.
  4. She set him in a golden chair, She gave him kisses sweet, She threw him down a darksome well, More than fifty feet deep.