Sir Hugh; Or The Jew's Daughter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGF HIJI J J KFJ LMCN OPHP QNQN RSTS UVLL IWLW HSC XYL VYLY LULUHL

Four and twenty bonny boysA
Were playing at the baB
And by it came him sweet Sir HughC
And he playd o'er them a'D
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He kickd the ba with his right footE
And catchd it wi his kneeF
And throuch and thro the Jew's windowG
He gard the bonny ba fleeF
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He's doen him to the Jew's castellH
And walkd it round aboutI
And there he saw the Jew's daughterJ
At the window looking outI
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'Throw down the ba ye Jew's daughterJ
Throw down the ba to me '-
'Never a bit ' says the Jew's daughterJ
'Till up to me come ye '-
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'How will I come up How can I come upK
How can I come to theeF
For as ye did to my auld fatherJ
The same ye'll do to me '-
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She's gane till her father's gardenL
And pu'd an apple red and greenM
'Twas a' to wyle him sweet Sir HughC
And to entice him inN
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She's led him in through ae dark doorO
And sae has she thro nineP
She's laid him on a dressing tableH
And stickit him like a swineP
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And first came out the thick thick bloodQ
And syne came out the thinN
And syne came out the bonny heart's bloodQ
There was nae mair withinN
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She's rowd him in a cake o leadR
Bade him lie still and sleepS
She's thrown him in Our Lady's draw wellT
Was fifty fathom deepS
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When bells were rung and mass was sungU
And a' the bairns came hameV
When every lady gat hame her sonL
The Lady Maisry gat naneL
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She's taen her mantle her aboutI
Her coffer by the handW
And she's gane out to seek her sonL
And wandered o'er the landW
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She's doen her to the Jew's castellH
Where a' were fast asleepS
'Gin ye be there my sweet Sir HughC
I pray you to me speak '-
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'Gae hame gae hame my mither dearX
Prepare my winding sheetY
And at the back o merry LincolnL
The morn I will you meet '-
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Now Lady Maisry is gane hameV
Make him a winding sheetY
And at the back o merry LincolnL
The dead corpse did her meetY
-
And a the bells o merry LincolnL
Without men's hands were rungU
And a' the books o merry LincolnL
Were read without man's tongueU
And neer was such a burialH
Sin Adam's days begunL

Andrew Lang



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