"Put a Bible at my head," he says,
"And a testament at my feet,
And pen and ink at every side,
And I'll lie still and sleep.80
"And go to the back of Maitland town,
Bring me my winding sheet;
For it's at the back of Maitland town
That you and I shall meet."
O the broom, the bonny, bonny broom,85
The broom that makes full sore,
A woman's mercy is very little,
But a man's mercy is more.
SIR HUGH. See p. [136].
From Hume's Sir Hugh of Lincoln, p. 35; obtained from recitation, in Ireland.
'Twas on a summer's morning,
Some scholars were playing at ball;
When out came the Jew's daughter
And lean'd her back against the wall.
She said unto the fairest boy,5
"Come here to me, Sir Hugh."
"No! I will not," said he,
"Without my playfellows too."
She took an apple out of her pocket,
And trundled it along the plain;10
And who was readiest to lift it,
Was little Sir Hugh, again.