Little Sir William



Easter day was a holiday Of all days of the year, And all the little schoolfellows went out to play But Sir William was not there.

Mamma went to the School wife house And knocked at the ring Saying, "Little Sir William, if you are there Pray let your mother in."

The School wife open'd the door and said: "He is not here today He is with the little schoolfellows out on the green Playing some pretty play."

Mamma went to the Boyne water That is so wide and deep Saying, "Little Sir William, if you are there Oh pity your mother's weep."

"How can I pity your weep, mother And I so long in pain? For the little pen knife sticks close to my heart And the School wife hath me slain

"Go home, go home, my mother dear And prepare my winding sheet, For tomorrow morning before eight o'clock You with my body shall meet.

"And lay my Prayer Book at my head, And my grammar at my feet, That all the little schoolfellows, as they pass by, May read them for my sake."