Bade him lie still and sleep;
She threw him i the Jew’s draw-well,
’Twas fifty fathom deep.
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Whan bells was rung, and mass was sung,
An a’ man bound to bed,
Every lady got hame her son,
But sweet Sir Hugh was dead.
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Motherwell’s Minstrelsy, p. 51, as taken down from the recitation of a lady.