SIR HUGH OF LINCOLN
Four and twenty bonny boys
War playing at the ba';
Then up and started sweet Sir Hugh,
The flower amang them a'.
He hit the ba' a kick wi's fit,
And kept it wi' his knee,
That up into the Jew's window
He gart the bonny ba' flee.
'Cast doun the ba' to me, fair maid,
Cast doun the ba' to me';
'O ne'er a bit o' the ba' ye get
Till ye cum up to me.'
'Cum up, sweet Hugh, cum up, dear Hugh,
Cum up and get the ba'';
'I canna cum, I darna cum,
Without my playferes twa.'
'Cum up, sweet Hugh, cum up, dear Hugh,
Cum up and play wi' me';
'I canna cum, I darna cum,
Without my playferes three.'
She's gane into the Jew's garden,
Where the grass grew lang and green;
She pow'd an apple red and white,
To wyle the young thing in.
She wyl'd him into ae chamber,
She wyl'd him into twa;
She wyl'd him to her ain chamber,
The fairest o' them a'.
She laid him on a dressing-board
Where she did sometimes dine;
She put a penknife in his heart
And dressed him like a swine.