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Lamkin . 1 Lamkin was as guid a mason good As ever built wi' stane; stone And he built Lord Wearie's castle But payment he got nane. 2 O pay me, Lord Wearie, Come pay me my fee; I canna pay thee, Lamkin For I maun gang ower the sea. must 3 O pay me, Lord Wearie, Come pay me oot o' hand; I canna pay thee, Lamkin, Unless I sell my land. if won t 4 O gin ye winna pay me, if won't I here shall mak' a vow, Before that ye come hame again, home Ye shall hae cause to rue. 5 Lord Wearie's got a bonnie boat, To sail ower the foam, Telt his lady weel the castle keep Until that he come hame. 6 But the nurse was as fause a limmer false woman As ever hung on tree; She laid a plot wi' Lamkin While her Lord was ower the sea. 7 She laid a plot wi' Lamkin When the servants were awa', away' Loot him in at a wee shot window And led him to the ha'. 8 O whaur's a' the men o' this hoose where's That ca' me Lamkin? call They're a' at the barn thrashin', 'Twill be lang e'er they come in. 9 And whaur's the women o' this hoose, That ca' me Lamkin? They're a' at the well a-washin', 'Twill be lang e'er they come in. 1O And whaur's a' the bairns o' this hoose, children That ca' me Lamkin? They're a' at the school a-readin', 'Twill be lang e'er they come in. 11 And whaur's the lady o' the hoose That ca's me Lamkin? She's up in her bower sewing, But we soon can bring her doon. 12 Then Lamkin's ta'en a sharp knife, That hung doon by his gair; side And he has gi'en the bonnie babe A sharp wound and a sair. 13 The Lamkin he rocked the cradle And the fause nourice sang; Till frae ilka bore o' the cradle every The red blood oot sprang. 14 Then oot it spak the lady spoke As she stood on the stair: O nurse, nurse, what ails my bonnie bairn . That he's greetin' sae sair? weeping so sorely 15 O nurse, nurse, still my bairn O still him wi' the pap, He winna still lady, No' for this nor for that. 16 O nurse, nurse, still my bairn, O still him wi' the wand, He winna still, lady, No' for a' his faither's land. 17 O nurse, nurse, still my bairn, O still him wi' the bell, O he winna still, lady Till ye come doon yoursel'. 18 O the firsten step she steppit, She steppit on a stane, But the neisten step she steppit, next She met him, Lamkin. 19 O mercy, mercy, Lamkin, Ha' mercy on me : Though you hae ta'en my young son, I pray ye let me be. 2O O nurse, nurse, shall we kill her, Or shall we let her be? O kill her, kill her, Lamkin, She was ne'er good to me. 21 Then scour oot the basin, And mak it' fair and clean, For to catch the lady's hert's blood For she comes o' a noble kin. 22 We need nae basin, Lamkin, Let it run through the flair, floor What better is the hert's blood O' the rich than o' the puir? 23 When three months were passit, Lord Wearie cam again, And dowie, dowie was his heart sad When that he come hame. 24 O wha's is a' this bluid he says, That lies into my chalmer? O, it is your lady's heart's blood 'Twas as clear as the lammer. amber 25 And wha's is a' this blood, he says, That lies into my ha'? O it is your young son's heart's blood, 'Twas the clearest o' al'. 26 O sweetly sang the blackbird As he sat on yon tree, But sairer grat Lamkin wept When he was condemned to dee. 27 And loudly sang the lintie Oot o' his thorny brake, But sairer grat the fause nurse When she burnt at the stake. Sung by Ewan MacColl @murder @revenge @infanticide filename[ BOLAMKN5 Feb07 |
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