Testo: Sarah Brightman. The Trees They Grow So High. 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.