Lamkin
No: 93; variant: 93[W]
- And it was weel built,
without and within,
Except a little hole,
to let Bloody Lambkin come in.
- He stabbed her young son,
with the silver bodkin,
Till oot o the cradle
the reed blude did rin.
- 'Oh still my babe, nourrice,
still him wi the keys:'
'He'll no be still, madam,
let me do what I please.'
- 'Oh still my babe, nourrice,
still him wi the knife:'
'He'll no be still, madam,
na, no for my life.'
- 'Oh still my babe, still my babe,
still him wi the bell:'
'He'll no be still, madam,
till ye come down yoursel.'
- 'How can I come down,
his cold frosty night?
I have neither coal nor candle,
for to show me light!'
- 'O haud your tongue, nourrice,
sae loud as ye lee;
Ye'd neer a cut finger
but I pitied thee.'