| 1 |
* * * *
But it fell out upon a day
Lord Wearie was to gae frae hame,
And he has left his lady gay
In his castell to stay her lane.
* * * * * |
| 2 |
Lamkin rocked,
and fausse nourice sang,
And a' the four tors o the cradle
red blood sprang. |
| 3 |
'O still my bairn, nourice,
O still him wi the wan:
'He winna still, lady,
for a' his father's lan.' |
| 4 |
'O still my bairn, nourice,
O still him wi the keys:
'He winna still, lady,
for a' his father's leys.' |
| 5 |
'O still my bairn, nourice,
O still him wi the pap:'
'He winna still, lady,
for this nor for that.' |
| 6 |
'O still my bairn, nourice,
O still him wi the bell:
'He winna still, lady,
untill ye cum down yersell.' |
| 7 |
The firsten step she steppet,
she stepped on a stane,
And the nexten step she stepped,
she keppit him fause Lamkin. |
| 8 |
The thirden step she steppit,
she saw her young son's red blood run on,
. . . . .
. . . . . |
| 9 |
'Ye've killed my bairn, Lamkin,
but lat mysell be;
Ye'se be as weel payit a mason
as was ever payd a fee.' |
