"O gin ye winna pay me,5
I here sall mak a vow,
Before that ye come hame again,
Ye sall ha'e cause to rue."
Lord Wearie got a bonny ship,
To sail the saut sea faem;10
Bade his lady weel the castle keep,
Ay till he should come hame.
But the nourice was a fause limmer
As e'er hung on a tree;
She laid a plot wi' Lamkin,15
Whan her lord was o'er the sea.
She laid a plot wi' Lamkin,
When the servants were awa';
Loot him in at a little shot window,
And brought him to the ha'.20
"O whare's a' the men o' this house,
That ca' me Lamkin?"
"They're at the barn well thrashing,
'Twill be lang ere they come in."
"And whare's the women o' this house,25
That ca' me Lamkin?"
"They're at the far well washing;
'Twill be lang ere they come in."
"And whare's the bairns o' this house,
That ca' me Lamkin?"30
"They're at the school reading;
'Twill be night or they come hame."
O whare's the lady o' this house,
That ca's me Lamkin?"
"She's up in her bower sewing,35
But we soon can bring her down."
Then Lamkin's tane a sharp knife,
That hang down by his gaire,
And he has gi'en the bonny babe