Laura came with her, hugging her elbows. Mother, mother, make my bed/Make for me a winding sheet/Wrap me up in a cloak of gold/See if I can sleep. They didn’t play that when they thought she could hear it, and they didn’t sing it at all. But she had heard. Patrick tagged along with them. They sat in the dry brown grass a few feet from the Well, and examined it. “Still looks wrong,” said Ellen. “I can’t get over that pink.” Laura looked up the hill she had rolled down, and then squinted sideways at the house. In case they were not going home, she had better see just what Claudia was up to. She set him in a golden chair/She gave him sugar sweet. Laura stared at the mullioned windows, the odd sprouting round towers with their drapes of ivy, the red-tile roof going in humps like somebody’s drawing of the ocean, until her eyes watered. But she saw nothing except what was there. She laid him on a dressing-board / And stabbed him like a sheep.
Chapter 9, The Hidden Land
Dean is very specifically quoting the lyrics of Steeleye Span’s version of the ballad, which does not quite match verbatim any of the versions compiled by Child under Child 155 but keeps the same story and uses various phrasings from different versions throughout the lyrics. The most notable change in Steeleye Span’s version is the removal of the blood libel endemic to most versions of the ballad; in this version, little Sir Hugh’s murderer is only described as a lady dressed in green and no references to Judaism are made whatsoever:
Mother mother make my bed
Make for me a winding sheet
Wrap me up in a cloak of gold
See if I can sleep
Four and twenty bonny bonny boys playing at the hall
Along came little Sir Hugh, he played with them all
He kicked the ball very high, he kicked the ball so low,
He kicked it over a castle wall where no one dared to go
Out came a lady gay, she was dressed in green
"Come in, come in little Sir Hugh, fetch your ball again"
"I won't come in, I can't come in without my play mates all
For if I should I know you would cause my blood to fall"
She took him by the milk white hand, led him to the hall
Till they came to a stone chamber where no one could hear him call
She sat him on a golden chair, she gave him sugar sweet
She lay him on a dressing board and stabbed him like a sheep
Out came the thick thick blood, out came the thin
Out came the bonny heart's blood till there was none within
She threw him in the old draw well fifty fathoms deep
See the Sacred Texts page to compare all Child 155 variants.
See Sir Hugh or the Jew’s Daughter / Little Sir Hugh / The Jews’s Garden for more info on contemporary recordings and some analysis of the song itself, including multiple excerpts of commentary on the blood libel.