"O scour the bason, nourice,
And mak it fair and clean,
For to keep this lady's heart's blood,75
For she's come o' noble kin."
"There need nae bason, Lamkin;
Lat it run through the floor;
What better is the heart's blood
O' the rich than o' the poor?"80
But ere three months were at an end,
Lord Wearie came again;
But dowie dowie was his heart
When first he came hame.
"O wha's blood is this," he says,85
"That lies in the châmer?"
"It is your lady's heart's blood;
'Tis as clear as the lamer."
"And wha's blood is this," he says,
"That lies in my ha'?"90
"It is your young son's heart's blood;
'Tis the clearest ava."
O sweetly sang the black-bird
That sat upon the tree;
But sairer grat Lamkin,95
When he was condemn'd to die.
And bonny sang the mavis
Out o' the thorny brake;
But sairer grat the nourice,
When she was tied to the stake.100