Sir Hugh- Sawyer (NC) 1916 Sharp A
[Although this is a fragmented version of Sir Hugh, Child 155, the title is generic (Sir Hugh is not mentioned in the text) and should probably be, "All the Scholars in the School," the first verse, by default or "The Jew's Garden."
Fragment from English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians, I, 1917 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 Sharp's notes follow from the 1934 edition.
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.
R. Matteson 2013, 2015]
Sir Hugh- Sawyer (NC) 1916 Sharp A
1 All the scholars in the school
As they are a-playing ball,
They knocked it high, they knocked it through,
Through the Jew's garden it flew.
2 She took him by his lily-white hand
And she drug him from wall to wall,
She drug him to a great, deep well,
Where none could hear his call.
She placed a penknife to his heart,
The red blood it did fall.
3. Bury my bible at my head,
My prayer-book at my feet.
When the scholars calls for me,
Pray tell 'em I'm asleep,
Pray tell 'em I'm asleep.