2 The lord said to his lady,
when he was going abroad,
O beware of Balankin,
for he lyes in the wood.
3 The gates they were bolted,
baith outside and in;
At the sma peep of a window
Balankin crap in.
4 'Good morrow, good morrow,'
said Lambert Linkin:
'Good morrow to yoursell, sir,'
said the false nurse to him.
5 'O where is your good lord?'
said Lambert Linkin:
'He's awa to New England,
to meet with his king.'
6 'O where is his auld son?'
said Lambert Linkin:
'He's awa to buy pearlings,
gin our lady lye in.'
7 'Then she'll never wear them,'
said Lambert Linkin:
'And that is nae pity,'
said the false nurse to him.
8 'O where is your lady?'
said Lambert Linkin:
'She's in her bower sleeping,'
said the false nurse to him.
9 'How can we get at her?'
said Lambert Linkin:
'Stab the babe to the heart,
wi a silver bokin.'
10 'That would be a pity,'
said Lambert Linkin:
'No pity, no pity,'
said the false nurse to him.
11 Balankin he rocked,
and the false nurse she sang,
Till all the tores of the cradle
wi the red blood down ran.