LONG LONKIN. See p. [94].
From Richardson's Borderer's Table-Book, viii. 410.
The lord said to his ladie,
As he mounted his horse,
"Beware of Long Lonkin
That lies in the moss."
The lord said to his ladie,5
As he rode away,
"Beware of Long Lonkin
That lies in the clay."
"What care I for Lonkin,
Or any of his gang?10
My doors are all shut
And my windows penned in."
There are six little windows,
And they were all shut,
But one little window,15
And that was forgot.
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* * * * * *
And at that little window
Long Lonkin crept in.
"Where's the lord of the hall?"
Says the Lonkin;20
"He's gone up to London,"
Says Orange to him.
"Where's the men of the hall?"
Says the Lonkin;
"They're at the field ploughing,"25
Says Orange to him.