A Collection of Ballads by Andrew Lang
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(Child, vol. v.) Four-and-twenty bonny boys Were playing at the ba, And by it came him sweet Sir Hugh, And he playd o'er them a'. He kickd the ba with his right foot And catchd it wi his knee, And throuch-and-thro the Jew's window He gard the bonny ba flee. He's doen him to the Jew's castell And walkd it round about; And there he saw the Jew's daughter, At the window looking out. "Throw down the ba, ye Jew's daughter, Throw down the ba to me!" "Never a bit," says the Jew's daughter, "Till up to me come ye." "How will I come up? How can I come up? How can I come to thee? For as ye did to my auld father, The same ye'll do to me." |
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