The rain comes down in merry Lincoln   So does it down the Pa   So does the lads of merry Lincoln   when they play at the ball      And up and spoke the Jew's daughter   'Oh, will you come in and dine?'   'I can't come in, I won't come in   Without my playfairs nine'      She's pulled an apple green and red   To lure the young thing in   She's pulled an apple red and green   And that the sweet bairn did win      She's taken out her wee penknife   Hung low down by her gore   She's twined the young thing of his life   And word he never spoke more      And out and come thick, thick blood   And out and come the thin   And out and come the bonny heart's blood   there was no life left in      When bells were run and mass was sung   Went every lady home   And every lady had her young son   But lady Helen she had none      She wrapped her mantle her about   And sore began to weep   And she's run up to the Jew's draw well   Was fifty fathoms deep      'My bonny Hugh, my dear Sir Hugh   I pray you to me speak'   'Oh lady, run to the deep draw well   If you you only son would seek'      So she's run up to the deep draw well   And knelt down on her knee   'My bonny Hugh, my dear Sir Hugh   I pray you speak to me'      'The lead is wondrous heavy mother   The well is wondrous deep   A keen penknife sticks in my heart   And a word I dare not speak      'Go home, go home my mother dear   And fetch my winding sheet   And at the back of merry Lincoln   It's there we two shall meet      'Go home, go home my mother dear   And fetch my winding sheet   And bury me in the sepulchre   With the Bible at my feet'