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Sir Hugh, or the Jew's Daughter |
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z, There was a lady in her silk so fine:
"Come in, little boy, the ball shall be thine."
"I can't come in," the little boy said,
"For I have been told that you're out of your head."
3. First, she showed him a blood-red cherry, And then a gold-diamond ring;
Then she showed him a big red apple, To get the little boy in.
4. Then she tuk him by the hand, And led him through the hall. She led him to the cellar Where no one could hear his call.
5. She called for a napkin And then for a pin;
Then she called for a butcher knife To carve his little heart in.
6. "Young lady, please spare me my life, As it is in your hands
And, if I live to make a man,
My riches will be at your demand."
7. "I have got you now, you need not cry, No one can hear your call,
1 rather have your own heart's blood, Than all the world of gold."
8. "Well, then, when I am dead,
Place a Bible at my head, and a prayer-book at my feet; If my little play-mates call for me, Please tell them I am a-sleep." |
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IOJ |
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