P. 241. For the subject in general, and particularly ‘el santo niño de
la Guardia,’ see further H. C. Lea, in The English Historical Review,
IV, 229, 1889.
242 b, fourth paragraph. See J. Loeb, Un mémoire de Laurent Ganganelli
sur la calomnie du meurtre rituel, in Revue des Etudes juives, XVIII,
179 ff., 1889. (G. L. K.) For the other side: Il sangue cristiano nei
riti ebraici della moderna sinagoga. Versione dal greco del Professore
N. F. S. Prato, 1883. Henri Desportes, Le mystère du sang chez les Juifs
de tous les temps. Paris, 1889.
246 b. #E# 5. The following stanza was inserted by Motherwell as a
variation in a copy of his Minstrelsy afterwards acquired by Mr P. A.
Ramsay:
She went down to the Jew’s garden,
Where the grass grows lang and green,
She pulled an apple aff the tree,
Wi a red cheek and a green,
She hung it on a gouden chain,
To wile that bonnie babe in.
249 ff. A version resembling #H-M#, #O# has been kindly communicated by
Mr P. Z. Round.
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Written down April, 1891, by Mrs W. H. Gill, of Sidcup, Kent, as recited
to her in childhood by a maid-servant in London.
1
It rained so high, it rained so low,
. . . . . . .
In the Jew’s garden all below.
2
Out came a Jew,
All clothëd in green,
Saying, Come hither, come hither, my sweet little boy,
And fetch your ball again.
3
‘I won’t come hither, I shan’t come hither,
Without my school-fellows all;
My mother would beat me, my father would kill me,
And cause my blood to pour.
4
‘He showed me an apple as green as grass,
He showed me a gay gold ring,
He showed me a cherry as red as blood,
And that enticed me in.
5
‘He enticed me into the parlour,
He enticed me into the kitchen,
And there I saw my own dear sister,
A picking of a chicken.
6
‘He set me in a golden chair
And gave me sugar sweet;
He laid me on a dresser-board,
And stabbed me like a sheep.
7
‘With a Bible at my head,
A Testament at my feet,
A prayer-book at the side of me,
And a penknife in so deep.
8
‘If my mother should enquire for me,
Tell her I’m asleep;
Tell her I’m at heaven’s gate,
Where her and I shall meet.’