Sir Hugh

She caught him by the milkwhite hand
And led him from room to room
Until she came to her own chamber room
Where no one could hear him moan
Where no one could hear him moan

A little penknife she then pulled out
And stuck it in his heart
The first that came was the purest of blood
And the second that came was the thin
And the third that came was his loving heart's blood
Where there his life lay in

A heavy chain of lead she then pulled out
And tumbled it around his neck
And she dragged into a deep strong well
That was seventy fathom deep

It's here you lie, my little Sir Hugh
And the devil forbid you swim
For fear that me or any of mine
Should ever bear the blame

Day passed by and night came on
And all the scholars got leave
And every mother had her own dear child
Lady Annabel had none

She travelled all along the streets
With a small cane in her hand
Saying if I meet my little Sir Hugh
Full sore I will him bang