{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch093.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch093.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch093.htm","text":"93A.1 IT\u2019S Lamkin was a mason good\nAs ever built wi stane;\nHe built Lord Wearie\u2019s castle,\nBut payment got he nane.\n93A.2 \u2018O pay me, Lord Wearie,\ncome, pay me my fee:\u2019\n\u2018I canna pay you, Lamkin,\nFor I maun gang oer the sea.\u2019\n93A.3 \u2018O pay me now, Lord Wearie,\nCome, pay me out o hand:\u2019\n\u2018I canna pay you, Lamkin,\nUnless I sell my land.\u2019\n93A.4 \u2018O gin ye winna pay me,\nI here sall mak a vow,\nBefore that ye come hame again,\nye sall hae cause to rue.\u2019\n93A.5 Lord Wearie got a bonny ship,\nto sail the saut sea faem;\nBade his lady weel the castle keep,\nay till he should come hame.\n93A.6 But the nourice was a fause limmer\nas eer hung on a tree;\nShe laid a plot wi Lamkin,\nwhan her lord was oer the sea.\n93A.7 She laid a plot wi Lamkin,\nwhen the servants were awa,\nLoot him in at a little shot-window,\nand brought him to the ha.\n93A.8 \u2018O whare\u2019s a\u2019 the men o this house,\nthat ca me Lamkin?\u2019\n\u2018They\u2019re at the barn-well thrashing;\n\u2019twill be lang ere they come in.\u2019\n93A.9 \u2018And whare\u2019s the women o this house,\nthat ca me Lamkin?\u2019\n\u2018They\u2019re at the far well washing;\n\u2019twill be lang ere they come in.\u2019\n93A.10 \u2018And whare\u2019s the bairns o this house,\nthat ca me Lamkin?\u2019\n\u2018They\u2019re at the school reading;\n\u2019twill be night or they come hame.\u2019\n93A.11 \u2018O whare\u2019s the lady o this house,\nthat ca\u2019s me Lamkin?\u2019\n\u2018She\u2019s up in her bower sewing,\nbut we soon can bring her down.\u2019\n93A.12 Then Lamkin\u2019s tane a sharp knife,\nthat hang down by his gaire,\nAnd he has gien the bonny babe\nA deep wound and a sair.\n93A.13 Then Lamkin he rocked,\nand the fause nourice sang,\nTill frae ilkae bore o the cradle\nthe red blood out sprang.\n93A.14 Then out it spak the lady,\nas she stood on the stair:\n\u2018What ails my bairn, nourice,\nthat he\u2019s greeting sae sair?\n93A.15 \u2018O still my bairn, nourice,\nO still him wi the pap!\u2019\n\u2018He winna still, lady,\nfor this nor for that.\u2019\n93A.16 \u2018O still my bairn, nourice,\nO still him wi the wand!\u2019\n\u2018He winna still, lady,\nfor a\u2019 his father\u2019s land.\u2019\n93A.17 \u2018O still my bairn, nourice,\nO still him wi the bell!\u2019\n\u2018He winna still, lady,\ntill ye come down yoursel.\u2019\n93A.18 O the firsten step she steppit,\nshe steppit on a stane;\nBut the neisten step she steppit,\nshe met him Lamkin.\n93A.19 \u2018O mercy, mercy, Lamkin,\nhae mercy upon me!\nThough you\u2019ve taen my young son\u2019s life,\nYe may let mysel be.\u2019\n93A.20 \u2018O sall I kill her, nourice,\nor sall I lat her be?\u2019\n\u2018O kill her, kill her, Lamkin,\nfor she neer was good to me.\u2019\n93A.21 \u2018O scour the bason, nourice,\nand mak it fair and clean,\nFor to keep this lady\u2019s heart\u2019s blood,\nFor she\u2019s come o noble kin.\u2019\n93A.22 \u2018There need nae bason, Lamkin,\nlat it run through the floor;\nWhat better is the heart\u2019s blood\no the rich than o the poor?\u2019\n93A.23 But ere three months were at an end,\nLord Wearie came again;\nBut dowie, dowie was his heart\nwhen first he came hame.\n93A.24 \u2018O wha\u2019s blood is this,\u2019 he says,\n\u2019That lies in the chamer?\u2019\n\u2018It is your lady\u2019s heart\u2019s blood;\n\u2019tis as clear as the lamer.\u2019\n93A.25 \u2018And wha\u2019s blood is this,\u2019 he says,\n\u2019That lies in my ha?\u2019\n\u2018It is your young son\u2019s heart\u2019s blood;\n\u2019tis the clearest ava.\u2019\n93A.26 O sweetly sang the black-bird\nthat sat upon the tree;\nBut sairer grat Lamkin,\nwhen he was condemnd to die.\n93A.27 And bonny sang the mavis,\nOut o the thorny brake;\nBut sairer grat the nourice,\nwhen she was tied to the stake.\n93B: Lamkin\n93B.1 BALANKIN was as gude a mason\nas eer picked a stane;\nHe built up Prime Castle,\nbut payment gat nane.\n93B.2 The lord said to his lady,\nwhen he was going abroad,\nO beware of Balankin,\nfor he lyes in the wood.\n93B.3 The gates they were bolted,\nbaith outside and in;\nAt the sma peep of a window\nBlankin crap in.\n93B.4 \u2018Good morrow, good morrow,\u2019\nsaid Lambert Linkin:\n\u2018Good morrow to yoursell, sir,\u2019\nsaid the false nurse to him.\n93B.5 \u2018O where is your good lord?\u2019\nsaid Lambert Linkin:\n\u2018He\u2019s awa to New England,\nto meet with his king.\u2019\n93B.6 \u2018O where is his auld son?\u2019\nsaid Lambert Linkin:\n\u2018He\u2019s awa to buy pearlings,\nGin our lady lye in.\u2019\n93B.7 \u2018Then she\u2019ll never wear them,\u2019\nsaid Lambert Linkin:\n\u2018And that is nae pity,\u2019\nsaid the false nurse to him.\n93B.8 \u2018O where is your lady?\u2019\nsaid Lambert Linkin:\n\u2018She\u2019s in her bower sleeping,\u2019\nsaid the false nurse to him.\n93B.9 \u2018How can we get at her?\u2019\nsaid Lambert Linkin:\n\u2018Stab the babe to the heart,\nwi a silver bokin.\u2019\n93B.10 \u2018That would be a pity,\u2019\nsaid Lambert Linkin:\n\u2018No pity, no pity,\u2019\nsaid the false nurse to him.\n93B.11 Balankin he rocked,\nand the false nurse she sang,\nTill all the tores of the cradle\nwi the red blood down ran.\n93B.12 \u2018O still my babe, nurice,\nO still him wi the knife!\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be still, lady,\ntho I lay doun my life.\u2019\n93B.13 \u2018O still my babe, nurice,\nO still him wi the kame!\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll be no still, lady,\ntill his daddy come hame.\u2019\n93B.14 \u2018O still my babe, nurice,\nO still him wi the bell!\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be still, lady,\ntill ye come doun yoursell.\u2019\n93B.15 \u2018It\u2019s how can I come down,\nthis cauld winter nicht,\nWithout eer a coal,\nor a clear candle-licht?\u2019\n93B.16 \u2018There\u2019s two smocks in your coffer,\nas white as a swan;\nPut one of them about you,\nit will shew you licht down.\u2019\n93B.17 She took ane o them about her,\nand came tripping doun;\nBut as soon as she viewed,\nBalankin was in.\n93B.18 \u2018Good morrow, good morrow,\u2019\nsaid Lambert Linkin:\n\u2018Good morrow to yoursell, sir,\nsaid the lady to him.\n93B.19 \u2018O save my life, Balankin,\ntill my husband come back,\nAnd I\u2019ll gie you as much red gold\nas you\u2019ll hold in your hat.\u2019\n93B.20 \u2018I\u2019ll not save your life, lady,\ntill your husband come back,\nTho you would give me as much red gold\nas I could hold in a sack.\n93B.21 \u2018Will I kill her?\u2019 quo Balankin,\n\u2019will I kill her, or let her be?\u2019\n\u2018You may kill her,\u2019 said the false nurse,\n\u2019She was neer good to me;\nAnd ye\u2019ll be laird of the castle,\nand I\u2019ll be ladie.\u2019\n93B.22 Then he cut aff her head\nfram her lily breast-bane,\nAnd he hung\u2019t up in the kitchen,\nit made a\u2019 the ha shine.\n93B.23 The lord sat in England,\na drinking the wine:\n\u2018I wish a\u2019 may be weel\nwith my lady at hame;\nFor the rings of my fingers\nthe\u2019re now burst in twain!\u2019\n93B.24 He saddled his horse,\nand he came riding doun,\nBut as soon as he viewed,\nBalankin was in.\n93B.25 He had na weel stepped\ntwa steps up the stair,\nTill he saw his pretty young son\nlying dead on the floor.\n93B.26 He had not weel stepped\nother twa up the stair,\nTill he saw his pretty lady\nlying dead in despair.\n93B.27 He hanged Balankin\nout over the gate,\nAnd he burnt the fause nurice,\nbeing under the grate.\n93C: Lamkin\n93C.1 LAMERLINKIN, as gude a mason\nas eer laid a stane,\nBuilt a house to Lord Arran,\nbut entrance had nane.\n93C.2 Says the lord to his lady,\nwhen going abroad,\nTake care of Lamerlinkin,\nwha bides in the wood.\n93C.3 \u2018I care not for Lamkin,\nnor none of his kin;\nMy house is plastered outside,\nand bolted within.\u2019\n93C.4 The gates they were locked,\nbaith outside and in,\nBut there was a wee hole\nthat let Lamkin creep in.\n93C.5 \u2018Good woman, good woman,\u2019\nsaid Lamerlinkin:\n\u2018Good woman, good woman,\u2019\nsaid the fause nurse to him.\n93C.6 \u2018Where\u2019s the lord o this house?\nis he not within?\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019s up in Old England,\nhe\u2019s dining wi the king.\u2019\n93C.7 \u2018Where\u2019s the lady of this house?\nor is she not within?\u2019\n\u2018She\u2019s up in her high room,\nand cannot come down.\u2019\n93C.8 \u2018Where is the maids o this house?\nor are they not within?\u2019\n\u2018They are at the well washing,\nand cannot get in.\u2019\n93C.9 \u2018Where is the men o this house?\nor are they not within?\u2019\n\u2018They are at the barn threshing,\nand cannot win hame.\u2019\n93C.10 \u2018O what will I do,\nto mak her come doun?\u2019\n\u2018We\u2019ll kill her auld son,\nto mak her come doun.\u2019\n93C.11 He took out a pen-knife,\nbaith pointed and sharp,\nAnd he stabbed the babie\nthree times in the heart.\n93C.12 Lamerlinkin did rock,\nand the fause nurse did sing;\nOwer the four-cornered cradle\nthe red blood did spring.\n93C.13 \u2018O please my babie, nurse,\nO please him wi wands!\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be pleased, madam,\nfor a\u2019 his father\u2019s lands.\u2019\n93C.14 \u2018O please my babie, nurse,\nO please him wi keys!\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be pleased, madam,\nlet me do what I please.\u2019\n93C.15 \u2018O please my babie, nurse,\nO please him with bells!\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be pleased, madam,\ntill you come down yoursell.\n93C.16 \u2018How can I come doun\nthis cold frosty night,\nWithout coal or candle\nfor to shew me light?\u2019\n93C.17 \u2018The gold rings on your finger\nare bright as the sun;\nYou may see to cum doun the stair\nwith the light o them.\u2019\n93C.18 O then she came doun the stair,\nstepping step by step;\nSo ready was Lamkin\nto grip her in his lap.\n93C.19 \u2018Save my life, Lamkin,\ntill five minutes break,\nAnd I\u2019ll give thee gold,\nthe fu o a peck.\u2019\n93C.20 \u2018I\u2019ll no save your life,\ntill five minutes break,\nTho thou should give me gold,\nthe fu of a sack.\u2019\n93C.21 \u2018O Jeany, O Jeany,\nO scour the bason clean,\nThat your lady\u2019s noble blood\nmay be kepped clean.\u2019\n93C.22 \u2018O no, no, no, Lambkin,\nmy heart will be sare;\nO take my life, Lambkin,\nlet my lady go.\u2019\n* * * * *\n93C.23 He sent for the false nurse,\nto give her her fee;\nAll the fee that he gave her\nwas to hang her on a tree.\n93C.24 sent for Lamerlinkin,\nto give him his hire;\nAll the hire that he gave him\nwas to burn him in the fire.\n93D: Lamkin\n93D.1 SAID the lord to his lady,\nBeware of Rankin;\nFor I am going to England,\nto wait on the king.\n93D.2 \u2018No fears, no fears,\u2019\nsaid the lady, said she,\n\u2018For the doors shall be bolted,\nand the windows pindee.\n93D.3 \u2018Go bar all the windows,\nboth outside and in;\nDon\u2019t leave a window open,\nto let Bold Rankin in.\u2019\n93D.4 She has barred all the windows,\nboth outside and in;\nBut she left one of them open,\nto let Bold Rankin in.\n93D.5 \u2018O where is the master of this house?\u2019\nsaid Bold Rankin;\n\u2018He\u2019s up in Old England.\u2019\nsaid the false nurse to him.\n93D.6 \u2018O where is the mistress of this house?\u2019\nsaid Bold Rankin;\n\u2018She\u2019s up in the chamber sleeping,\u2019\nsaid the false nurse to him.\n93D.7 \u2018O how shall we get her down?\u2019\nsaid Bold Rankin;\n\u2018By piercing the baby,\u2019\nsaid the false nurse to him.\n93D.8 \u2018Go please the baby, nursy,\ngo please it with a bell;\u2019\n\u2018It will not be pleased, madam,\ntill you come down yoursel.\u2019\n93D.9 \u2018How can I come down stairs,\nso late into the night,\nWithout coal or candle,\nto shew me the light?\n93D.10 \u2018There is a silver bolt\nlies on the chest-head;\nGive it to the baby,\ngive it sweet milk and bread.\u2019\n93D.11 She rammed the silver bolt\nup the baby\u2019s nose,\nTill the blood it came trinkling\ndown the baby\u2019s fine clothes.\n93D.12 \u2018Go please the baby, nursie,\ngo please it with the bell:\u2019\n\u2018It will not please, madam,\ntill you come down yoursel.\n93D.13 \u2018It will neither please with breast-milk,\nnor yet with pap;\nBut I pray, loving lady,\nCome and roll it in your lap.\u2019\n93D.14 The first step she stepit,\nshe steppit on a stone;\nAnd the next step she stepit,\nshe met Bold Rankin.\n93D.15 \u2018O rankin, O Rankin,\nspare me till twelve o\u2019clock,\nAnd I will give you as many guineas\nas you can carry on your back.\u2019\n93D.16 \u2018What care I for as many guineas\nas seeds into a sack,\nWhen I cannot keep my hands off\nyour lily-white neck?\u2019\n93D.17 \u2018O will I kill her, nursie,\nor let her abee?\u2019\n\u2018O kill her,\u2019 said the false nurse,\n\u2019She was never good to me.\u2019\n93D.18 \u2018Go scour the bason, lady,\nboth outside and in,\nTo hold your mother\u2019s heart\u2019s blood,\nsprung from a noble kin.\u2019\n93D.19 \u2018To hold my mother\u2019s heart\u2019s blood\nwould make my heart full woe;\nO rather kill me, Rankin,\nand let my mother go.\u2019\n93D.20 \u2018Go scour the bason, servants,\nboth outside and in,\nTo hold your lady\u2019s heart\u2019s blood,\nsprung from a noble kin.\u2019\n93D.21 \u2018To hold my lady\u2019s heart\u2019s blood\nwould make my heart full woe;\nO rather kill me, Rankin,\nand let my lady go.\u2019\n93D.22 \u2018Go scour the bason, nursy,\nboth outside and in,\nTo hold your lady\u2019s heart\u2019s blood,\nsprung from a noble kin.\u2019\n93D.23 \u2018To hold my lady\u2019s heart\u2019s blood\nwould make my heart full glad;\nRam in the knife, Bold Rankin,\nand gar the blood to shed.\n93D.24 \u2018She\u2019s none of my comrades,\nshe\u2019s none of my kin;\nRam in the knife, Bold Rankin,\nand gar the blood rin.\u2019\n93D.25 \u2018O will I kill her, nursy,\nor let her abee?\u2019\n\u2018O kill her,\u2019 said the false nurse,\n\u2019She was never good to me.\u2019\n* * * * *\n93D.26 \u2018I wish my wife and family\nmay be all well at home;\nFor the silver buttons of my coat\nthey will not stay on.\u2019\n93D.27 As Betsy was looking\noer her window so high,\nShe saw her dear father\ncome riding by.\n93D.28 \u2018O father, dear father,\ndon\u2019t put the blame on me\nIt was false nurse and Rankin\nthat killed your lady.\u2019\n93D.29 O wasn\u2019t that an awful sight,\nwhen he came to the stair,\nTo see his fairest lady\nlie bleeding there!\n93D.30 The false nurse was burnt\non the mountain hill-head,\nAnd Rankin was boiled\nin a pot full of lead.\n93E: Lamkin\n93E.1 LAMBKIN was as good a mason\nas ever laid stone;\nHe builded Lord Montgomery\u2019s castle,\nbut payment got none.\n93E.2 He builded the castle\nwithout and within;\nBut he left an open wake\nfor himself to get in.\n93E.3 Lord Montgomery said to his lady,\nwhen he went abroad,\nTake care of Bold Lambkin,\nfor he is in the wood.\n93E.4 \u2018Gar bolt the gate, nourice,\nwithout and within,\nLeave not the wake open,\nto let Bold Lambkin in.\u2019\n93E.5 She bolted the gates,\nwithout and within,\nBut she left the wake open,\nto let Bold Lambkin in.\n93E.6 \u2018Gude morrow, gude morrow,\u2019\nsays Bold Lambkin then;\n\u2018Gude morrow, gude morrow,\u2019\nsays the false nurse to him.\n93E.7 \u2018Where is Lord Montgomery?\nor where is he gone?\u2019\n\u2018He is gone up to England,\nto wait on the king!\n93E.8 \u2018Where are the servants?\nand where are they gone?\u2019\n\u2018They are all up to England,\nto wait upon him.\u2019\n93E.9 \u2018Where is your lady?\nor where is she gone?\u2019\n\u2018She is in her bower sitting,\nand sewing her seam.\u2019\n93E.10 \u2018O what shall we do\nfor to make her come down?\u2019\n\u2018We\u2019ll kill the pretty baby,\nthat\u2019s sleeping so sound.\u2019\n93E.11 Lambkin he rocked,\nand the false nurse she sung,\nAnd she stabbed the babe to the heart\nwith a silver bodkin.\n93E.12 \u2018O still my babe, nourice,\nO still him with the pap:\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be stilled, madam,\nfor this nor for that.\u2019\n93E.13 \u2018O still my babe, nourice,\ngo still him with the keys:\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be stilled, madam,\nlet me do what I please.\u2019\n93E.14 \u2018O still my babe, nourice,\ngo still him with the bell:\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be stilled, madam,\ntill you come down yoursel.\u2019\n93E.15 \u2018How can I come down,\nthis cold winter night,\nWhen there\u2019s neither coal burning,\nnor yet candle-light?\u2019\n93E.16 \u2018The sark on your back\nis whiter than the swan;\nCome down the stair, lady,\nby the light of your hand.\u2019\n93E.17 The lady she cam down\nthe stair trip for trap;\nWho so ready as Bold Lambkin\nto meet her in the dark?\n93E.18 \u2018Gude morrow, gude morrow,\u2019\nsaid Bold Lambkin then;\n\u2018Gude morrow, gude morrow,\u2019\nsaid the lady to him.\n93E.19 \u2018O where is Lord Montgomery?\nor where is he gone?\u2019\n\u2018O he is up to England,\nto wait on the king.\u2019\n93E.20 \u2018O where are your servants?\nor where are they gone?\u2019\n\u2018They are all up to England,\nto wait upon him.\n93E.21 \u2018I\u2019ll give you as much gold, Lambkin,\nas you\u2019ll put in a peck,\nIf you\u2019ll spare my life\ntill my lord comes back.\u2019\n93E.22 \u2018Tho you would [give] me as much\nas I could put in a sack,\nI would not spare thy life\ntill thy lord comes back.\u2019\n93E.23 Lord Montgomery sate in England,\ndrinking with the king;\nThe buttons flew off his coat,\nall in a ring.\n93E.24 \u2018God prosper, God prosper\nmy lady and son!\nFor before I get home\nthey will all be undone.\u2019\n93F: Lamkin\n93F.1 SAID my lord to his ladye,\nas he mounted his horse, (bis)\nTake care of Long Lankyn,\nwho lies in the moss. (bis)\n93F.2 Said my lord to his ladye,\nas he rode away,\nTake care of Long Lankyn,\nwho lies in the clay.\n93F.3 Let the doors be all bolted,\nand the windows all pinned,\nAnd leave not a hole\nfor a mouse to creep in.\n93F.4 Then he kissed his fair ladye,\nand he rode away;\nHe must be in London\nbefore break of day.\n93F.5 The doors were all bolted,\nand the windows were pinned,\nAll but one little window,\nwhere Long Lankyn crept in.\n93F.6 \u2018Where is the lord of this house?\u2019\nsaid Long Lankyn:\n\u2018He is gone to fair London,\u2019\nsaid the false nurse to him.\n93F.7 \u2018Where is the ladye of this house?\u2019\nsaid Long Lankyn:\n\u2018She\u2019s asleep in her chamber,\u2019\nsaid the false nurse to him.\n93F.8 \u2018Where is the heir of this house?\u2019\nsaid Long Lankyn:\n\u2018He\u2019s asleep in his cradle,\u2019\nsaid the false nurse to him.\n* * * * *\n93F.9 \u2018We\u2019ll prick him, and prick him,\nall over with a pin,\nAnd that will make your ladye\nto come down to him.\u2019\n93F.10 So she pricked him and pricked,\nall over with a pin,\nAnd the nurse held a basin\nfor the blood to run in.\n93F.11 \u2018Oh nurse, how you sleep!\nOh nurse, how you snore!\nAnd you leave my little son Johnstone\nto cry and to roar.\u2019\n93F.12 \u2018I\u2019ve tried him with suck,\nand I\u2019ve tried him with pap;\nSo come down, my fair ladye,\nand nurse him in your lap.\u2019\n93F.13 \u2018Oh nurse, how you sleep!\nOh nurse, how you snore!\nAnd you leave my little son Johnstone\nto cry and to roar.\u2019\n93F.14 \u2018I\u2019ve tried him with apples,\nI\u2019ve tried him with pears;\nSo come down, my fair ladye,\nand rock him in your chair.\u2019\n93F.15 \u2018How can I come down,\n\u2019tis so late in the night,\nWhen there\u2019s no candle burning,\nnor fire to give light?\u2019\n93F.16 \u2018You have three silver mantles\nas bright as the sun;\nSo come down, my fair ladye,\nby the light of one.\u2019\n* * * * *\n93F.17 \u2018Oh spare me, Long Lankyn,\noh spare me till twelve o\u2019clock,\nYou shall have as much gold\nas you can carry on your back.\u2019\n93F.18 \u2018If I had as much gold\nas would build me a tower,\u2019\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n93F.19 \u2018Oh spare me, Long Lankyn,\noh spare me one hour,\nYou shall have my daughter Betsy,\nshe is a sweet flower.\u2019\n93F.20 \u2018Where is your daughter Betsy?\nshe may do some good;\nShe can hold the silver basin,\nto catch your heart\u2019s blood.\u2019\n* * * * *\n93F.21 Lady Betsy was sitting\nin her window so high,\nAnd she saw her father,\nas he was riding by.\n93F.22 \u2018Oh father, oh father,\ndon\u2019t lay the blame on me;\n\u2019Twas the false nurse and Long Lankyn\nthat killed your ladye.\u2019\n* * * * *\n93F.23 Then Long Lankyn was hanged\non a gallows so high,\nAnd the false nurse was burnt\nin a fire just by.\n93G: Lamkin\n93G.1 THE lord said to his ladie,\nas he mounted his horse,\nBeware of Long Lonkin,\nthat lies in the moss.\n93G.2 The lord said to his ladie,\nas he rode away,\nBeware of Long Lonkin,\nthat lies in the clay.\n93G.3 \u2018What care I for Lonkin,\nor any of his gang?\nMy doors are all shut,\nand my windows penned in.\u2019\n93G.4 There were six little windows,\nand they were all shut,\nBut one little window,\nand that was forgot.\n93G.5 . . . . .\n. . . . .\nAnd at that little window\nlong Lonkin crept in.\n93G.6 \u2018Where\u2019s the lord of the hall?\u2019\nsays the Lonkin:\n\u2018He\u2019s gone up to London,\u2019\nsays Orange to him.\n93G.7 \u2018Where\u2019s the men of the hall?\u2019\nsays the Lonkin:\n\u2018They\u2019re at the field ploughing,\u2019\nsays Orange to him.\n93G.8 \u2018Where\u2019s the maids of the hall?\u2019\nsays the Lonkin:\n\u2018They\u2019re at the well washing,\u2019\nsays Orange to him.\n93G.9 \u2018Where\u2019s the ladies of the hall?\u2019\nsays the Lonkin:\n\u2018They\u2019re up in their chambers,\u2019\nsays Orange to him.\n93G.10 \u2018How shall we get them down?\u2019\nsays the Lonkin:\n\u2018Prick the babe in the cradle,\u2019\nsays Orange to him.\n93G.11 \u2018Rock well my cradle,\nand bee-ba my son;\nYou shall have a new gown\nwhen the lord he comes home.\u2019\n93G.12 Still she did prick it,\nand bee-ba she cried:\n\u2018Come down, dearest mistress,\nand still your own child.\u2019\n93G.13 \u2018Oh still my child, Orange,\nstill him with a bell:\u2019\n\u2018I can\u2019t still him, ladie,\ntill you come down yoursell.\u2019\n* * * * *\n93G.14 \u2018Hold the gold basin,\nfor your heart\u2019s blood to run in,\u2019\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n93G.15 \u2018To hold the gold basin,\nit grieves me full sore;\nOh kill me, dear Lonkin,\nand let my mother go.\u2019\n93H: Lamkin\n93H.1 BAULD RANKIN was as gude a mason\nas eer biggit wi stane;\nHe has biggit a bonny castle,\nbut siller he gat nane.\n* * * * *\n93H.2 \u2018Gae bar the gates,\u2019 the lady said,\n\u2019gae bar them out and in;\nLeave not a door open,\nlest Rankin should come in.\u2019\n93H.3 They\u2019ve bard them on the outer side,\nsae hae they on the in;\nBut left the cellar-door open,\nand Bauld Rankin crap in.\n93H.4 \u2018Where\u2019s a\u2019 the women o the house?\u2019\nsays Bauld Rankin:\n\u2018They\u2019re at the well washing,\u2019\nsays the fause nurse to him.\n93H.5 \u2018Where\u2019s a\u2019 the men of this house?\u2019\nsays the Bauld Rankin:\n\u2018They are at the barn thrashing,\u2019\nsays the fause nurse to him.\n93H.6 \u2018Where\u2019s the lady of this house?\u2019\nsays the Bauld Rankin:\n\u2018She\u2019s in the chamber, sleeping,\u2019\nsays the fause nurse to him.\n93H.7 \u2018How will we get her wakent?\nhow will we get her down?\u2019\n\u2018We\u2019ll pierce the baby\u2019s heart\u2019s blood,\u2019\nsays the fause nurse to him.\n* * * * *\n93H.8 \u2018Come, please the babe, nurse,\ncome please it wi the keys:\u2019\n\u2018It\u2019ll no be pleased, madam,\ntho I\u2019ll down on my knees.\u2019\n93H.9 \u2018Come, please the babe, nurse,\ncome, please it wi the knife:\u2019\n\u2018It\u2019ll no be pleased, madam,\nshould I lay down my life.\u2019\n93H.10 \u2018Come, please the babe, nurse,\ncome, please it wi the bell:\u2019\n\u2018It\u2019ll no be pleased, madam,\ntill ye come down yoursel.\u2019\n93H.11 \u2018How can I come down, how can I come,\nsae late in the night,\nAnd neither coal nor candle,\nfor to shew me light?\u2019\n93H.12 The first step she steppit,\nshe steppit on a stane;\nThe next step she steppit,\nshe met the Bauld Rankin.\n93H.13 \u2018O spare my life, Rankin,\nO spare it most dear!\nI\u2019ll gie you as monie guineas\nas birds in the air.\n93H.14 \u2018O spare my life, Rankin,\nO save it most sweet!\nI\u2019ll gie you as monie guineas\nas there\u2019s stanes in the street.\u2019\n* * * * *\n93H.15 \u2018I wish my wife and bairns\nmay be all well at hame;\nFor the buttons on my waistcoat\nthey winna bide on.\n93H.16 \u2018I wish my wife and family\nmay be all well at home;\nFor the rings upon my fingers\nthey winna bide on.\u2019\n* * * * *\n93H.17 He has kindled a big bane-fire,\nin the middle o the closs,\nAnd he has burned Bauld Rankin,\nlikewise the fause nurse.\n93I: Lamkin\n93I.1 LANCKIN was as guid a mason\nas ever did use stane;\nHe biggit Lord Murray\u2019s house,\nan payment neer got nane.\n93I.2 It fell ance on a day\nLord Murray went frae hame,\nAn Lankin came to the fause nourice,\n. . . . .\n* * * * *\n93I.3 \u2018O still my bairn, nourice,\nstill him wi the knife:\u2019\n\u2018He winna still, lady,\nTho I should lay down my life.\u2019\n93I.4 \u2018O still my bairn, nurice,\nstill him wi the bell:\u2019\n\u2018He winna still, lady,\ntill ye come down yersel.\u2019\n93I.5 The first [step she steppit],\nshe came on the marble stane;\nThe next step [she steppit],\nshe met him Lankin.\n93I.6 \u2018O spare my life, Lankin,\nan I\u2019ll gie ye a peck o goud;\nAn that dinna please ye,\nI\u2019ll heap it wi my hand.\u2019\n93I.7 \u2018O will I kill the lady, nurice,\nor will I lat her be?\u2019\n\u2018O kill her, Lankin,\nshe was never guid to me.\u2019\n93I.8 \u2018O wanted ye yer meat, nurice?\nor wanted ye yer fee?\nOr wanted ye the othir bounties\nladys are wont to gie?\u2019\n93I.9 . . . . .\n. . . . .\n\u2018O kill her, Lankin,\nshe was never guid to me.\u2019\n93I.10 \u2018Gae wash a bason, nurice,\nan ye wash it clean,\nTo cape this ladie\u2019s blood;\nshe is come o high kine.\u2019\n93I.11 \u2018I winna wash a bason,\nnor will I wash it clean,\nTo cape this ladie\u2019s blood,\ntho she\u2019s come o high kine.\u2019\n* * * * *\n93I.12 Bonny sang yon bird,\nas he sat upon the tree,\nBut sare grat Lankin.\nfor he was hangit hie.\n93I.13 Bonny sang the bird,\nthat sat upon the hill,\nBut sare grat the nurice,\nwhan the caudron gan to boil.\n93I.14 . . . . .\nLankin was hangit hie,\nAnd the fause nourice burnt\nin the caudron was she.\n93J: Lamkin\n93J.1 O LAMMIKIN was as good a mason\nas ever bigget stane;\nHe\u2019s bigget Lord Erley\u2019s castle,\nbut money he got nane.\n93J.2 It fell out upon a time\nLord Earley went from home;\nHe left his lady in his castle,\nbut and his young son.\n* * * * *\n93J.3 \u2018Where is the lord o this house,\nthat calls me Lammikin?\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019s on the sea sailing,\nhe will not come home.\u2019\n93J.4 \u2018Where are the men o this house,\nthat call me Lammikin?\u2019\n\u2018They are at the barn threshing,\nthey will not come in.\u2019\n93J.5 \u2018Where are the maids of this house,\nthat call me Lammikin?\u2019\n\u2018They are at the well washing,\nthey will not come in.\u2019\n93J.6 \u2018Where is the lady o this house,\nthat calls me Lammikin?\u2019\n\u2018She\u2019s in her room shewing,\nshe will not come down.\u2019\n93J.7 \u2018How shall we contrive\nfor to make her come down?\u2019\n\u2018We\u2019ll stick her dear infant,\nand make her come down.\u2019\n93J.8 O Lammikin he rocket,\nand the fause nurice sung,\nWhile out o the cradle\nthe infant\u2019s blude sprung.\n93J.9 \u2018O still my bairn, nurice,\u2019\nthe lady did cry:\n\u2018He will not still, lady,\nfor you nor for I.\u2019\n93J.10 \u2018O still my bairn, nurice,\nstill him wi the wan:\u2019\n\u2018He will not still, lady,\nfor a\u2019 his father\u2019s lan.\u2019\n93J.11 \u2018Oh still my bairn, nurice,\nstill him wi the keys:\u2019\n\u2018Oh he winna still, lady,\nfor a\u2019 his father\u2019s leys.\u2019\n93J.12 \u2018Oh still my bairn, nurice,\nstill him wi the bell:\u2019\n\u2018Oh he winna still, lady,\ntill ye come down yersell.\u2019\n93J.13 The firsten step that lady stepped,\nit was upon a stone;\nThe nexten step that lady stepped,\nshe saw him Lammikin.\n93J.14 The nexten step that lady stepped\nwas in her own child\u2019s blood,\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n* * * * *\n93J.15 \u2018Oh will I kill her, nurice,\nor will I let her be?\u2019\n\u2018Kill her, dear Lammikin,\nshe was never gude to me.\u2019\n93J.16 \u2018Oh wanted you meat, nurice?\nor wanted you fee?\nOr wanted you anything\nthat a lady can gie?\u2019\n93J.17 \u2018I wanted no meat, lady,\nnor wanted I fee,\nBut I wanted mony a thing\nthat a lady could gie.\u2019\n* * * * *\n93K: Lamkin\n93K.1 MY lord said to my lady,\nwhen he went from home,\nTake care of Long Longkin,\nhe lies in the lone.\n93K.2 My lady said to my lord,\nwhen he went abroad,\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n93K.3 \u2018I care not for Longkin,\nnor none of his kin,\nFor my gate\u2019s fast barrd,\nand my windows shut in.\u2019\n93K.4 My lord was not gone\nmany miles from the place,\nUntil the false Longkin\ncame straight to the place.\n* * * * *\n93K.5 \u2018Pinch the bairn, nourry,\npinch it very sore,\nUntill the mother\nshall come down below.\u2019\n93K.6 \u2018Still the bairn, nury,\nstill it with the pap:\u2019\n\u2018It wont be stilld, madam,\nwith neither this nor that.\u2019\n93K.7 \u2018Still the bairn, nury,\nstill it with a bell:\u2019\n\u2018It wont be stilld, madam,\ntill you cum down yoursell.\u2019\n* * * * *\n93K.8 \u2018Come down, Lady Betty,\nthe flower of all your kin,\nAnd see your mother\u2019s heart\u2019s blood,\nso freely running.\n93K.9 Down came Lady Betty,\nher heart full of woe:\n\u2018Oh take my life, Longkin,\nand let my mother go.\u2019\n93K.10 \u2018Come down, Lady Nelly,\nthe flower of all your kin,\nAnd see your sister\u2019s heart\u2019s blood,\nso freely running.\u2019\n93K.11 Down came Lady Nelly,\nher heart full of woe:\n\u2018Oh take my life, Longkin,\nand let my sister go.\u2019\n93K.12 \u2018Come down, Lady Jenny, etc.\n93L: Lamkin\n93L.1 * * * *\n\u2018O WHERE\u2019S the men of this house?\u2019\nquo the Lamkin:\n\u2018They\u2019re in the barn threshing,\u2019\nquo the false nurse within.\n93L.2 \u2018O where\u2019s the women of the house?\u2019\nquo the Lamkin:\n\u2018They\u2019re at the well washing,\u2019\nquo the false nurse within.\n93L.3 \u2018O where\u2019s the lord of this house?\u2019\nquo the Lamkin:\n\u2018He\u2019s in the wood hunting,\u2019\nquo the false nurse within.\n93L.4 \u2018O where\u2019s the lady of the house?\u2019\nquo the Lamkin:\n\u2018She\u2019s in her bower dressing,\u2019\nquo the false nurse within.\n* * * * *\n93L.5 \u2018O please my babie, nourrice,\nO please him with the keys:\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be pleased, madam,\nlet me do what I please.\u2019\n93L.6 \u2018O please my babie, nourrice,\nO please him with the bell:\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be pleased, madam,\ntill ye come down yoursell.\u2019\n* * * * *\n93L.7 There was blood in the chaumer,\nand blood in the ha,\nAnd blood in his ladie\u2019s room,\nwhich he liked warst of a\u2019.\n* * * * *\n93M: Lamkin\n93M.1 * * * *\nBUT it fell out upon a day\nLord Wearie was to gae frae hame,\nAnd he has left his lady gay\nIn his castell to stay her lane.\n* * * * *\n93M.2 Lamkin rocked,\nand fausse nourice sang,\nAnd a\u2019 the four tors o the cradle\nred blood sprang.\n93M.3 \u2018O still my bairn, nourice,\nO still him wi the wan:\n\u2018He winna still, lady,\nfor a\u2019 his father\u2019s lan.\u2019\n93M.4 \u2018O still my bairn, nourice,\nO still him wi the keys:\n\u2018He winna still, lady,\nfor a\u2019 his father\u2019s leys.\u2019\n93M.5 \u2018O still my bairn, nourice,\nO still him wi the pap:\u2019\n\u2018He winna still, lady,\nfor this nor for that.\u2019\n93M.6 \u2018O still my bairn, nourice,\nO still him wi the bell:\n\u2018He winna still, lady,\nuntill ye cum down yersell.\u2019\n93M.7 The firsten step she steppet,\nshe stepped on a stane,\nAnd the nexten step she stepped,\nshe keppit him fause Lamkin.\n93M.8 The thirden step she steppit,\nshe saw her young son\u2019s red blood run on,\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n93M.9 \u2018Ye\u2019ve killed my bairn, Lamkin,\nbut lat mysell be;\nYe\u2019se be as weel payit a mason\nas was ever payd a fee.\u2019\n93N: Lamkin\n93N.1 LAMKIN was as gude a mason\nas ever biggit stone;\nHe biggit Laird Earie\u2019s house,\nand payment he got none.\n93N.2 O it fell ance upon a day\nLaird Earie went from home,\nAnd Lamkin came cravin\nhis lady alone.\n93N.3 \u2018O far\u2019s the laird o this place?\nO neerice, tell me:\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019s on the sea sailin,\nO Lamkin,\u2019 said she.\n93N.4 \u2018O far\u2019s the lady o this place?\nneerice, tell me:\u2019\n\u2018She\u2019s up the stair dressin,\nO Lamkin,\u2019 said she.\n93N.5 \u2018O far\u2019s the bairns o this place?\nneerice, tell me:\u2019\n\u2018The\u2019re at the scheel . .\nO Lamkin,\u2019 said she.\n\u2018O will I get a word o her,\nneerice?\u2019 said he.\n* * * * *\n93N.6 The first step that lady steppet\nshe steppd on a stone;\nThe next step that lady stept\nshe met wi Lamkin.\n* * * * *\n93N.7 Ere the basin was washen,\nor haf made clean,\nThe ladie\u2019s heart-bleed\nwas rinnin in the reem.\n93O: Lamkin\n93O.1 * * * *\n\u2018YOU have two bright diamonds,\nas bright as the stars,\nPut one on each finger,\nthey\u2019ll show you doun stairs.\u2019\n93O.2 The first step this lady took,\nshe dreaded no harm;\nBut the second step this lady took,\nshe was in Lammikin\u2019s arms.\n93O.3 \u2018Will I kill her, nursie,\nor will I let her be?\u2019\n\u2018Oh yes, kill her, Lammikin,\nshe was never gude to me.\u2019\n93O.4 \u2018How can [ye] say so, nursie?\nhow can ye say so?\nFor your head neer did ache\nbut my heart it was sore.\n93O.5 \u2018Oh spare my life, nursie,\noh spare my life, spare;\nYe\u2019ll have as mony gowd guineas\nas there\u2019s birds in the air.\n93O.6 \u2018O spare my life, nursie,\ntill my lord comes back;\nYe\u2019ll have as mony gowd guineas\nas the fou of a sack.\u2019\n93O.7 \u2018Oh yes kill her and . .\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n93O.8 \u2018Go scour the silver basin,\ngo scour it fine,\nFor our lady\u2019s heart\u2019s blude\nis gentle to tine.\n93O.9 \u2018Go scour the silver skewer,\noh scour it richt fine,\nFor our lady\u2019s heart\u2019s blude\nis gentle to tine.\u2019\n93P: Lamkin\n93P.1 A BETTER mason than Lammikin\nnevir builded wi the stane,\nWha builded Lord Weire\u2019s castill,\nbut wages nevir gat nane.\n* * * * *\n93P.2 They stecked doors, they stecked yates,\nclose to the cheik and the chin;\nThey stecked them a\u2019 but a little wickit,\nand Lammikin crap in.\n93P.3 \u2018Now where\u2019s the lady of this castle?\nnurse, tell to Lammikin:\u2019\n\u2018She\u2019s sewing up intill her bowir,\u2019\nthe fals nourrice she sung.\n93P.4 \u2018What sall we do, what sall we say,\nto gar her cum there down?\u2019\n\u2018We\u2019ll nip the baby in the cradle,\nthe fals nourrice she sung.\n93P.5 Lammikin nipped the bonie babe,\nwhile loud fals nourice sings;\nLammikin nipped the bony babe,\nwhile hich the red blude springs.\n93P.6 \u2018O gentil nourice, please my babe,\nO please him wi the keys:\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be pleased, gay lady,\ngin I\u2019d sit on my knees.\u2019\n93P.7 \u2018Gude gentil nourice, please my babe,\nO please him wi a knife:\u2019\n\u2018He winna be pleased, mistress myne,\ngin I wad lay down my lyfe.\u2019\n93P.8 \u2018Sweet nourice, loud, loud cries my babe,\nO please him wi the bell:\u2019\n\u2018He winna be pleased, gay lady,\ntill ye cum down yoursell.\u2019\n93Q: Lamkin\n93Q.1 LAMMIKIN was as gude a mason\nas ever hewed a stane;\nHe biggit Lord Weire\u2019s castle,\nbut payment gat he nane.\n* * * * *\n93Q.2 \u2018Where are the lads o this castle?\u2019\nsays the Lammikin:\n\u2018They are a\u2019 wi Lord Weire, hunting,\u2019\nthe false nourice did sing.\n93Q.3 \u2018Where are the lasses o this castle?\u2019\nsays the Lammikin:\n\u2018They are a\u2019 out at the washing,\u2019\nthe false nourice did sing.\n93Q.4 \u2018But where\u2019s the lady o this house?\u2019\nsays the Lammikin:\n\u2018She is in her bower sewing,\u2019\nthe false nourice did sing.\n93Q.5 \u2018Is this the bairn o this house?\u2019\nsays the Lammikin:\n\u2018The only bairn Lord Weire aughts,\u2019\nthe false nourice did sing.\n* * * * *\n93Q.6 \u2018Still my bairn, nourice,\nO still him if ye can:\u2019\n\u2018He will not still, madam,\nfor a\u2019 his father\u2019s lan.\u2019\n93Q.7 \u2018O gentle nourice, still my bairn,\nO still him wi the keys:\u2019\n\u2018He will not still, fair lady,\nlet me do what I please.\u2019\n93Q.8 \u2018O still my bairn, kind nourice,\nO still him wi the ring:\u2019\n\u2018He will not still, my lady,\nlet me do any thing.\u2019\n* * * * *\n93Q.9 The first step she stepped,\nshe stepped on a stane;\nThe next step she stepped,\nshe met the Lammikin.\n* * * * *\n93Q.10 \u2018O nourice, wanted ye your meat?\nor wanted ye your fee?\nOr wanted ye for any thing\na fair lady could gie?\u2019\n93Q.11 \u2018I wanted for nae meat, ladie,\nI wanted for nae fee;\nBut I wanted for a hantle\na fair lady could gie.\u2019\n* * * * *\n93Q.12 \u2018I wish a\u2019 may be weel,\u2019 he says,\n\u2019wi my ladie at hame;\nFor the rings upon my fingers\nare bursting in twain.\u2019\n* * * * *\n93Q.13 \u2018There\u2019s bluid in my nursery,\nthere\u2019s bluid in my ha,\nThere\u2019s bluid in my fair lady\u2019s bower,\nan that\u2019s warst of a\u2019.\u2019\n93Q.14 O sweet, sweet sang the birdie,\nupon the bough sae hie,\nBut little cared false nourice for that,\nfor it was her gallows-tree.\n* * * * *\n93R: Lamkin\n93R.1 WHEN Sir Guy and his train\ngaed to hunt the wild boar,\nHe gard bar up his castle,\nbehind and before.\n93R.2 And he bade his fair lady\nguard weel her young son,\nFor wicked Balcanqual\ngreat mischief had done.\n93R.3 So she closed a\u2019 the windows,\nwithout and within,\nBut forgot the wee wicket,\nand Balcanqual crap in.\n* * * * *\n93R.4 Syne Balcanqual he rocked,\nand fause nourice sang,\nTill through a\u2019 the cradle\nthe baby\u2019s blood sprang.\n93R.5 \u2018O please the bairn, nourice,\nand please him wi the keys:\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be pleased, madam,\nfor a\u2019 thet he sees.\u2019\n93R.6 And Balcanqual ay rocked,\nwhile fause nourice sang,\nAnd through a\u2019 the cradle\nthe baby\u2019s blood ran.\n93R.7 \u2018Please the bairn, nourice,\nand please him wi the knife:\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be pleased, madam,\ntho I\u2019d gie my life.\u2019\n93R.8 And Balcanqual still rocked,\nand fause nourice sang,\nWhile through a\u2019 the cradle\nthe baby\u2019s blood ran.\n93R.9 \u2018Now please the bairn, nourice,\nand please him wi the bell:\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be pleased, madam,\ntill ye come yoursell.\u2019\n93R.10 Down came this fair lady,\ntripping down the stair,\nTo see her sick bairn,\nbut returned never mair.\n93R.11 \u2018Now scour the bason, Jenny,\nand scour\u2019t very clean,\nTo haad this lady\u2019s blood,\nfor she\u2019s of noble kin.\u2019\n* * * * *\n93S: Lamkin\n93S.1 LAMBKIN was as brave a builder\nas eer built a stane,\nAnd he built Lord Cassillis house,\nan for payment he gat nane.\n93S.2 My lord said to my lady,\nwhen he went abroad,\nTak care o fause Lamkin,\nfor he sleeps in the wood.\n93T: Lamkin\n93T.1 \u2018WHERE is the lord?\nor is he within?\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019s gone to New England,\nto dine with the king.\u2019\n93T.2 \u2018Where is his horses?\nor where is his men?\u2019\n\u2018They\u2019re gone to New England,\nto wait upon him.\u2019\n93T.3 \u2018Where is his lady?\nor is she within?\u2019\n\u2018She\u2019s in her bedchamber,\nall in her lying in.\u2019\n93T.4 \u2018Can I get at her,\nwith thousands of lands?\nCan I get at her,\nto make her understand?\u2019\n93T.5 \u2018You cannot get at her,\nwith thousands of lands;\nYou cannot get at her,\nto make her understand.\u2019\n93T.6 \u2018Lady, come down,\nand please your child,\u2019\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n93T.7 \u2018Can\u2019t you please my child\nwith white bread and breast-wine?\u2019\n\u2018O lady, come down,\nand please him awhile.\u2019\n93T.8 \u2018How can I go down,\nthis cold winter\u2019s night,\nWithout a fire in the kitchen,\nor candle to light?\u2019\n93T.9 \u2018You\u2019ve got nine bright lamps,\njust as bright as the king;\nLady, come down,\nand light one of them.\u2019\n93T.10 . . . . .\n. . . . .\nFalse Lantin he took her\nso brave in his arms.\n93T.11 Saying, Where is your friend,\nor where is your foe,\nThat will hold the gold basin,\nyour heart\u2019s blood to flow?\n93T.12 \u2018My nurse is not my friend,\nmy nurse is my foe;\nShe\u2019ll hold the gold basin,\nmy heart\u2019s blood to flow.\n93T.13 \u2018O spare my life\nfor one summer\u2019s day,\nAnd I\u2019ll give you as much money\nas there\u2019s sand in the sea.\u2019\n93T.14 \u2018I\u2019ll not spare your life\nfor one summer\u2019s day,\nAnd I wont have as much money\nas there\u2019s sand in the sea.\u2019\n93T.15 \u2018O spare me my life\nuntil one o\u2019clock,\nAnd I\u2019ll give you Queen Betsie,\nthe flower of the flock.\u2019\n93T.16 \u2018O mama, dear mama,\nthen please him awhile;\nMy dada is coming,\nhe\u2019s dressed in great style.\u2019\n93T.17 False Lantin he heard\nthe words from the high,\nSaying, Your mama is dead,\nand away I will fly.\n93T.18 \u2018O dada, dear dada,\ndo not blame me,\n\u2019Tis nurse and false Lantin\nbetrayed your ladie.\u2019\n93T.19 \u2018I\u2019ll bury my mama\nagainst the wall,\nAnd I\u2019ll bury my baba,\nwhite all, white all.\u2019\n93U: Lamkin\n93U.1 AS my lord and my lady\nwere out walking one day,\nSays my lord to my lady,\nBeware of Lamkin.\n93U.2 \u2018O why should I fear him,\nor any such man,\nWhen my doors are well barrd,\nand my windows well pinnd?\u2019\n* * * * *\n93U.3 \u2018O keep your gold and silver,\nit will do you some good;\nIt will buy you a coffin,\nwhen you are dead.\u2019\n93U.4 There\u2019s blood in the kitchen,\nand blood in the hall,\nAnd the young Mayor of England\nlies dead by the wall.\n93V: Lamkin\n93V.1 I WALD be very sorry\nto wash a basin clean,\nTo haud my mither\u2019s heart\u2019s blude,\nthat\u2019s comin, an I ken.\n93[W]: Lamkin\n93[W.1] * * * *\nAnd it was weel built,\nwithout and within,\nExcept a little hole,\nto let Bloody Lambkin come in.\n* * * *\n93[W.2] He stabbed her young son,\nwith the silver bodkin,\nTill oot o the cradle\nthe reed blude did rin.\n93[W.3] \u2018Oh still my babe, nourrice,\nstill him wi the keys:\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be still, madam,\nlet me do what I please.\u2019\n93[W.4] \u2018Oh still my babe, nourrice,\nstill him wi the knife:\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be still, madam,\nna, no for my life.\u2019\n93[W.5] \u2018Oh still my babe, still my babe,\nstill him wi the bell:\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019ll no be still, madam,\ntill ye come down yoursel.\u2019\n93[W.6] \u2018How can I come down,\nhis cold frosty night?\nI have neither coal nor candle,\nfor to show me light!\u2019\n* * * *\n93[W.7] \u2018O haud your tongue, nourrice,\nsae loud as ye lee;\nYe\u2019d neer a cut finger\nbut I pitied thee.\u2019\n93[X]: Lamkin\n93[X].1 Lamkin was as good a mason\nAs ever liftit stane;\nHe built to the laird o Lariston,\nBut payment gat he nane.\n93[X.2] Oft he came, an ay he came,\nTo that good lord\u2019s yett,\nBut neither at dor nor window\nOny entrance could get.\n93[X.3] Till ae wae an weary day\nEarly he came,\nAn it fell out on that day\nThat good lord was frae hame.\n93[X.4] He bade steek dor an window,\nAn prick them to the gin,\nNor leave a little wee hole,\nElse Lamkin wad be in.\n93[X.5] Noorice steekit dor an window,\nShe steekit them to the gin;\nBut she left a little wee hole\nThat Lamkin might win in.\n93[X.6] \u2018O where\u2019s the lady o this house?\u2019\nSaid cruel Lamkin;\n\u2018She\u2019s up the stair sleepin,\u2019\nSaid fause noorice then.\n93[X.7] \u2018How will we get her down the stair?\u2019\nSaid cruel Lamkin;\n\u2018We\u2019l stogg the baby i the cradle,\u2019\nSaid fause noorice then.\n93[X.8] He stoggit, and she rockit,\nTill a\u2019 the floor swam,\nAn a\u2019 the tors o the cradle\nRed wi blude ran.\n93[X.9] \u2018O still my son, noorise,\nO still him wi the kane;\u2019\n\u2018He winna still, madam,\nTill Lariston come hame.\u2019\n93[X.10] \u2018O still my son, noorice,\nO still him wi the knife;\u2019\n\u2018I canna still him, madam,\nIf ye sude tak my life.\u2019\n93[X.11] \u2018O still my soon, noorice,\nO still him wi the bell;\u2019\n\u2018He winna still, madam,\nCome see him yoursel.\u2019\n93[X.12] Wae an weary rase she up,\nSlowly pat her on\nHer green claethin o the silk,\nAn slowly came she down.\n93[X.13] The first step she steppit,\nIt was on a stone;\nThe first body she saw\nWas cruel Lamkin.\n93[X.14] \u2018O pity, pity, Lamkin,\nHae pity on me!\u2019\n\u2018Just as meikle pity, madam,\nAs ye paid me o my fee.\u2019\n93[X.15] \u2018I\u2019ll g\u2019 ye a peck o good red goud,\nStreekit wi the wand;\nAn if that winna please ye,\nI\u2019ll heap it wi my hand.\n93[X.16] \u2018An if that winna please ye,\nO goud an o fee,\nI\u2019ll g\u2019 ye my eldest daughter,\nYour wedded wife to be.\u2019\n93[X.17] \u2018Gae wash the bason, lady,\nGae wash\u2019t an mak it clean,\nTo kep your mother\u2019s heart\u2019s-blude,\nFor she\u2019s of noble kin.\u2019\n93[X.18] \u2018To kep my mother\u2019s heart\u2019s-blude\nI wad be right wae;\nO tak mysle, Lamkin,\nAn let my mother gae.\u2019\n93[X.19] \u2018Gae wash the bason, noorice,\nGae wash\u2019t an mak it clean,\nTo kep your lady\u2019s heart\u2019s-blude,\nFor she\u2019s o noble kin.\u2019\n93[X.20] \u2018To wash the bason, Lamkin,\nI will be right glad,\nFor mony, mony bursen day\nAbout her house I\u2019ve had.\u2019\n93[X.21] But oh, what dule an sorrow\nWas about that lord\u2019s ha,\nWhen he fand his lady lyin\nAs white as driven snaw!\n93[X.22] O what dule an sorrow\nWhan that good lord cam in,\nAn fand his young son murderd,\nI the chimley lyin!\n93[Y]: Lamkin\n93[Y].1 Lie in your room, my wife,\n. . . . . .\n. . . . . .\n. . . . . .\n93[Y.2] \u2018You\u2019ll fasten doors and windows,\nyou\u2019ll fasten them out an in,\nFor if you leave ae window open\nLammikin will come in.\u2019\n93[Y.3] They\u2019ve fastened doors an windows,\nthey\u2019ve fastened them out an in,\nBut they have left ae window open,\nand Lammikin cam in.\n93[Y.4] \u2018O where are a\u2019 the women\nthat dwell here within?\u2019\n\u2018They\u2019re at the well washin,\nand they will not come in.\u2019\n93[Y.5] \u2018O where are a\u2019 the men\nthat dwell here within?\u2019\n\u2018They\u2019re at the . . . . ,\nand they will not come in.\u2019\n93[Y.6] \u2018O where is the lady\nthat dwells here within?\u2019\n\u2018She\u2019s up the stair dressin,\nand she will not come doun.\u2019\n93[Y.7] \u2018It\u2019s what will we do\nto mak her come doun?\nWe\u2019ll rock the cradle, nourrice,\nan mak her come doun.\u2019\n93[Y.8] They [hae] rocked the cradle\nto mak her come doun,\n. . . . . .\nthe red bluid out sprung.\n93[Y.9] \u2018O still the bairn, nourrice,\nO still him wi the bell:;\n\u2018He winna still, my lady,\ntill ye come doun yersel.\u2019\n93[Y.10] The first step she steppit,\nit was upon a stane;\nThe next step she steppit,\nshe keppit Lammikin.\n93[Y.11] \u2018O mercy, mercy, Lammikin,\nhae mercy upo me!\nTho ye hae killed my young son,\nye may lat mysel abee.\u2019\n93[Y.12] \u2018O it\u2019s will I kill her, nourrice,\nor will I lat her be?\u2019\n\u2018O kill her, kill her, Lammikin,\nshe neer was gude to me.\u2019\n93[Y.13] \u2018O it\u2019s wanted ye your meat?\nor wanted ye your fee?\u2019\n. . . . . .\n. . . . . .\n93[Y.14] \u2018I wanted not my meat,\nI wanted not my fee,\nBut I wanted some bounties\nThat ladies can gie.\u2019","title":"The Child Ballads: 93. Lamkin","type":"page"}