He kicked the ball with his foot,5
And kepped it with his knee,
And even in at the Jew's window
He gart the bonnie ba' flee.
Out then came the Jew's daughter,—
"Will ye come in and dine?"10
"I winna come in and I canna come in
Till I get that ball of mine.
"Throw down that ball to me, maiden,
Throw down the ball to me."
"I winna throw down your ball, Sir Hugh,15
Till ye come up to me."
She pu'd the apple frae the tree,
It was baith red and green,
She gave it unto little Sir Hugh,
With that his heart did win.20
She wiled him into ae chamber,
She wiled him into twa,
She wiled him into the third chamber,
And that was warst o't a'.
She took out a little penknife,25
Hung low down by her spare,
She twined this young thing o' his life,
And a word he ne'er spak mair.
And first came out the thick, thick blood,
And syne came out the thin,30
And syne came out the bonnie heart's blood,—
There was nae mair within.
She laid him on a dressing table,
She dress'd him like a swine,
Says, "Lie ye there, my bonnie Sir Hugh,35
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.40