And scho has taine out a little pen-knife, And low down by her gair, Scho has twin’d the zong thing and his life; A word he nevir spak mair. And out and cam the thick thick bluid, And out and cam the thin; And out and cam the bonny herts bluid: Thair was nae life left in. Scho laid him on a dressing borde, And drest him like a swine, And laughing said, gae nou and pley With zour sweit play-feres nine. Scho rowd him in a cake of lead, Bade him lie stil and sleip. Scho cast him in a deip draw-well, Was fifty fadom deip. Quhan bells wer rung, and mass was sung, And every lady went hame: Than ilka lady had her zong sonne, But Lady Helen had nane. Scho rowd hir mantil hir about, And sair sair gan she weip; And she ran into the Jewis castel Quhan they wer all asleip. My bonny Sir Hew, my pretty Sir Hew, I pray thee to me speik. “O lady, rinn to the deip draw-well, Gin ze zour sonne wad seik.” Lady Helen ran to the deip draw-well, And knelt upon her kne: My bonny Sir Hew, an ze be here, I pray thee speik to me. “The lead is wondrous heavy, mither, The well is wondrous deip, A keen pen-knife sticks in my hert, A word I donnae speik. “Gae hame, gae hame, my mither deir, Fetch me my windling sheet, And at the back o’ Mirry-land toune Its thair we twa sall meet.” Chaucer, in the last stanza of his Prioress’s Tale, has the following three lines, which are probably the conclusion of the above:――. “Oh, young Hew of Lincoln slain also With cursed Jews, as it is notable, For it n’is but a little while ago.” P.