Cat. #0335 (MFH #316) - As sung by Fran Majors, Fayetteville, Arkansas on May 23, 1959
VERSE 1
It rained, it mist, it rained, it mist
It rained all over th town
Th boys went out to throw their ball
To toss their ball one day, one day
One day to toss their ball
VERSE 2
Th first was to high and th next to low
And into th Jews garden
Into th Jews garden, it rolled
Where no one would dare to go, to go
Where no one would dare to go
VERSE 3
Th first that came out was th Jews youngest daughter
All dressed in ribbons gay
She said, come in my little boy
And you shall have your ball, your ball
And you shall have your ball
VERSE 4
I won't come in, I shan't come in
I will not come in there
For if I was to come in there
I'd never get out any more, any more
I'd never get out any more
VERSE 5
Th first she showed 'im, was a mellow apple
Th next a finger ring
Th next a cherry, red as blood
To entice that little fellow in, o in
To entice that little fellow in
VERSE 6
She took him by th lily white hand
She led 'im through th hall
And in th corner laid him low
Where no one could hear him layment, layment
Where no one could hear him layment
VERSE 7
Go bury my Bible at my head
My prayer book at my feet
And when my schoolmates calls for me
You tell 'em that I am a sleep, o sleep
You tell 'em that I am sleep
VERSE 8
Go bury my prayer book at my feet
My Bible at my head
And when my schoolmates calls for me
You tell 'em that I am dead, o dead
You tell 'em that I am dead