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She laid him on a dressing-table, 

 She dress'd him like a swine,* 



Says, "lie ye there, my bonnie Sir Hugh 

 Wi' ye're apples red and green.'' 



She put him in a case of lead, 

 Says, " lie ye there and sleep ; " 



She threw him into the deep draw-well 

 Was fifty fathom deep. 



A schoolboy walking in the garden, 

 Did grievously hear him moan, 



He ran away to the deep draw-well 

 And fell down on his knee. 



She tuk him by the yellow hair, 



An' also by the feet ; 

 An' she threw him in the deep draw-well, 



It was fifty fadom deep. 



Says " bonnie Sir Hugh, and pretty Sir Hugh* 



I pray you speak to me ; 

 If you speak to any body in this world, 



I pray you speak to me." 



When the bells were rung and mass was sung, 



And every body went hame, 

 Then every lady had her son, 



But Lady Helen had nane. 



She roll'd her mantle her about, 



And sore, sore did she weep ; 

 She ran away to the Jew's castle 



When all were fast asleep. 



She cries, " bonnie Sir Hugh, O pretty Sir 

 I pray you speak to me ; [Hugh, 



If you speak to any body in this world, 

 I pray you speak to me." 



" Lady Helen, if you want your son, 



I'll tell ye where to seek ; 

 Lady Helen, if you want your sou. 



He's in the well sae deep." 



She ran away to the deep draw-well, 



And she fell down, on her knee : 

 Saying," bonnie Sir Hugh, O pretty Sir Hugh, 



I pray ye speak to me, 



* Some read swan, which was then a fa- 

 vourite dish among the great; others, swine, 

 as if tin; Jewess would show him most con 

 tempt by assimilating him to the unclean 

 animal. 



Day bein' over, the night came on, 

 And the scholars all went home, 



Then every mother had her son, 

 But little Sir Hugh's had none. 



She put her mantle about her head, 



Tuk a little rod in her hau', 

 An' she says. Sir Hugh, if I fin' you here, 



I will bate you for stayin' so long, 



First she went to the Jew's door, 



But they were fast asleep ; 

 An' then she went to the deep draw-well, 



That was fifty fadom deep. 



She says, " Sir Hugh, if you be here, 



As I suppose you be, 

 If ever the dead or quick arose, 



Arise and spake to me." 



