"O where is his auld son?"
Said Lambert Linkin.
"He's awa to buy pearlings,
Gin our lady ly in."
"Then she'll never wear them,"25
Said Lambert Linkin.
"And that is nae pity,"
Said the fause nurse to him.
"O where is your lady?"
Said Lambert Linkin.30
"She's in her bouir sleepin',"
Said the fause nurse to him.
"How can we get at her?"
Said Lambert Linkin.
"Stab the babe to the heart35
Wi' a silver bo'kin."
"That wud be a pity,"
Said Lambert Linkin.
"Nae pity, nae pity,"
Said the fause nurse to him.40
Belinkin he rocked,
And the fause nurse she sang,
Till a' the [tores] o' the cradle
Wi' the red blude down ran.
"O still my babe, nurice,45
O still him wi' the knife."
"He'll no be still, lady,
Tho' I lay down my life."
"O still my babe, nurice,
O still him wi' the kame."50
"He'll no be still, lady,
Till his daddy come hame."
"O still my babe, nurice,
O still him wi' the bell."
"He'll no be still, lady,55
Till ye come down yoursell."