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Easter day was a holiday of all days in the year
And all the little schoolfellows went out to play
But Sir William was not there
Mamma went to the schoolwife's house and knocked at the ring
Saying, "Little Sir William, if you are there
Pray let your mother in."
The schoolwife opened 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 boiling 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 penknife sticks close to my heart
And the schoolwife 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."