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

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDE FAGA HIJI JAJA KAJA LMDN OPHP QNQN RSTS UALL IVLV HSDW XYLY AYLY LULUHL

Child vol vA
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Four and twenty bonny boysB
Were playing at the baC
And by it came him sweet Sir HughD
And he playd o'er them a'E
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He kickd the ba with his right footF
And catchd it wi his kneeA
And throuch and thro the Jew's windowG
He gard the bonny ba fleeA
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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 meA
Never a bit says the Jew's daughterJ
Till up to me come yeA
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How will I come up How can I come upK
How can I come to theeA
For as ye did to my auld fatherJ
The same ye'll do to meA
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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 HughD
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 hameA
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 handV
And she's gane out to seek her sonL
And wandered o'er the landV
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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 HughD
I pray you to me speakW
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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 meetY
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Now Lady Maisry is gane hameA
Make him a winding sheetY
And at the back o merry LincolnL
The dead corpse did her meetY
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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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