A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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He keppit the ba' than wi' his foot.
And catcht it wi his knee.
And even in at the Jew's window,
He gart the bonny ba' flee.
'' Cast out the ba' to me, fair maid;,
Cast out the ba' to me."
'^ Ah never a bit of it," she says,
*' Till ye come up to me."
" Come up, sweet Hugh, come up^ dear Hughj,
Come up and get the ba' :"
* I winna come, I manna come.
Without my bonny boys a'."
*^ Come up, sweet Hugh, come up, dear Hugh^
Come up, and speak to me :"
*' I manna come, I winna come,
Without my bonny boys three."
She's ta'en her to the Jew's garden,
Whar the grass grew lang and gree«.
She's pu'd an apple red and white_,
To wyle the bonny boy in.
She's wyl'd him in through ae chamber,
She's wyl'd him in through twa.
She's wyl'd him till hir ain chamber^
The flower out ower them a\
She's laid him on a dressin' board,
Whar she did often dine,
She stack a penknife to his h«art.
And dress'd him like a swine.