The Jewish Lady- Broughton (KY) 1917 Sharp D
[My title, MS is titled "Son Hugh". From English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians, I, 1934 edition; collected by Cecil J. Sharp, edited Karpeles. Comprising two hundred and seventy-four Songs and Ballads with nine hundred and sixty-eight Tunes; Including thirty-nine Tunes contributed by Olive Dame Campbell. Karpeles and Sharps notes follow.
R. Matteson 2015]
Notes; No. 31. Sir Hugh.
Texts without tunes:—Child's English and Scottish Popular Ballads, No. 155. C. S. Burne's Shropshire Folk-Lore, p. 539. Baring-Gould's Nursery Songs and Rhymes, pp. 92 and 94. Cox's Folk Songs of the South, p. 120 (see also further references). Journal of American Folk-Lore, xix. 293 ; xxix. 164; xxxix. 108.
Texts with tunes :—M. H. Mason's Nursery Rhymes, p. 46. English County Songs, p. 86. Journal of the Folk-Song Society, i. 264. Rimbault's Musical Illustrations of Percy's Reliques, p. 46. Motherwell's Minstrelsy, Appendix, xvii, tune No. 7. Scots Musical Museum, vi, No. 582. Folk Songs from Somerset, No. 68 (published also in English Folk-Songs, Selected Edition, i. 22, and One Hundred English Folk- Songs, p. 22). Newell's Games and Songs of American Children, p. 76. Reed Smith's South Carolina Ballads, p. 148. D. Scarborough's On the Trail of Negro Folk Songs, pp. 53-5. Musical Quarterly, January 1916, p. 15. Journal of American Folk-Lore, xxxv. 344; xxxix, 213. Davis's Traditional Ballads of Virginia, pp. 400 and 587.
D. [The Jewish Lady.] Sung by MRS. MOLLIE BROGHTON at Barbourville, Knox Co., Ky., May 8, 1917. Hexatonic (no 7th).
[Music, upcoming, uses Verse 2]
1 Dark and dark some drizzling day,
Some apples in her hand,
The Jewish lady in the town
Walked out with apples in her hand.
Come here, come here, my little son Hugh,
Some apples you may have, have,
Some apples you may have.
2 She took him by the lily-white hand,
She led him through the hall,
She sat him down on a winding chair,
Where none could hear his call, call,
Where none could hear his call.
3 She held a basin in her hand
That catched his own heart's blood,
She picked him up in a winding sheet,
She walked with him for a while,
She took him down to the deepest well
And there she splunged him in, etc.
4 She went to the well next day
To see what she could see;
And there she saw her little son Hugh
Come swimming around to thee.
5 O take me out of this deep well,
O take me out, says he,
O take me out of this deep well
And bury me in yonders yard.
6 Sink, O sink, my little son Hugh,
Sink, O sink, said she.
Sink, O sink, and don't you swim,
You are an injury to me and my kin.