The rain runs down through Maryland town
The river swell and swell
And all the lads in Maryland town
Throw pennies to the well
And their debts grow higher and higher
And their bets and theories do grow
And they dared young Hugh to the Jew's Garden
Where the scared nor the skeptics dare go

Then down came the Jew's daughter
All dressed in silk so fine
Cried she, "Sir Hugh, o pretty Sir Hugh
What appointments have made your mind?"
She offered him ripe apples
Likewise a gay gold diamond ring
And a lily with color as red as blood
She enticed this little boy in

She took him by the lily-white hand
And she led him down the hall
She took a penknife to where he could not sound
And let his lifeblood fall
She wrapped him into his winding sheets
Woven out of cloth but all bled
And she hurled him down the old town well
Saying "Saint Hugh, you must play with the dead"

[Interlude]

"O, help me, help me," cried little Sir Hugh
"And build me a coffin of birch
And tell my mother I'm fallen to sleep
And bury me in yonder's church"
"Sing down, sing down, my little Sir Hugh
As jetsam to rise not," cried she
"Sing down, sing down, and with you your words
To my kin you are injury
Sing down, sing down, and with you your words
You are harmed as much as you've hurt"