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Sir Hugh

Young Hugh he was the best of all,
Went out to kick the playboy's ball.
He kicked that ball so very high
He clinched it with his knee,
And at the back o some windin wall
Young Hugh he caused his ball to flee.

'Fling out my ball, fair maiding,' he cried,
'Fling out my playboy's ball.'
'I daur not fling out your ball, young Hugh,
It's till you came and talked to me.'

'I daur not came, I cannot came,
Fling out my playboy's ball.'
For she pulled an apple both red and green
Off her father's garden wall,
To welcome bonnie young Hughie in.

She welcomed him into one bedroom
And she welcomed him intae two,
And she welcomed him inta her own bedroom
Where many a duke an earl had dined.

Her little pen-knife bein long and sharp,
She bid him take a sleep;
And she wrapped him up and in a cake of leid
And put him intae yon draw-wall,
What's fifty faddoms deep.

And at the back o some windin wall
It's there it's my young Hugh shall sleep.
When cock-shells grow silver bells
It's there an me an young Hugh shall meet.

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