Nor lang was't after this foul deed,
Till Lord Weire cumin' hame,
Thocht he saw his sweet bairn's bluid115
Sprinkled on a stane.
"I wish a' may be weel," he says,
"Wi' my ladie at hame;
For the rings upon my fingers
Are bursting in twain."120
But mair he look'd, and dule saw he,
On the door at the trance,
Spots o' his dear ladys bluid
Shining like a lance.
"There's bluid in my nursery,125
There's bluid in my ha',
There's bluid in my fair lady's bower,
An' that's warst of a'."
O sweet, sweet sang the birdie,
Upon the bough sae hie,130
But little cared false nourice for that,
For it was her gallows tree.
Then out he set, and his braw men
Rode a' the country roun';
Ere lang they faud the Lammikin135
Had sheltered near to Downe.
They carried him a' airts o' wind,
And mickle pain had he,
At last before Lord Weire's gate
They hanged him on the tree.140