"Sen ye winna gie me my wages, lord,
Ye sall hae cause to rue:"10
And syne he brewed a black revenge,
And syne he vowed a vow.
The Lammikin sair wroth, sair wroth,
Returned again to Downe;
But or he gaed, he vow'd and vow'd,15
The castle should sweep the ground.
"O byde at hame, my gude Lord Weire,
I weird ye byde at hame;
Gang na to this day's hunting,
To leave me a' alane.20
"Yae night, yae night, I dreamt this bower
O red, red blude was fu';
Gin ye gang to this black hunting,
I sall hae cause to rue."
"Wha looks to dreams, my winsome dame?25
Nae cause hae ye to fear:"
And syne he kindly kissed her cheek,
And syne the starting tear.
Now to the gude green-wood he's gane,
She to her painted bower;30
But first she closed the windows and doors
Of the castle, ha', and tower.
They steeked doors, they steeked yetts,
Close to the cheek and chin;
They steeked them a' but a wee wicket,35
And Lammikin crap in.
"Where are the lads o' this castle?"
Says the Lammikin;
"They are a' wi Lord Weire, hunting,"
The false nourice did sing.40
"Where are the lasses o' this castle?"
Says the Lammikin;
"They are a' out at the washing,"
The false nourice did sing.