5 'O where is the master of this house?'
said Bold Rankin;
'He's up in Old England,'
said the false nurse to him.
6 'O where is the mistress of this house?'
said Bold Rankin;
'She's up in the chamber sleeping,'
said the false nurse to him.
7 'O how shall we get her down?'
said Bold Rankin;
'By piercing the baby,'
said the false nurse to him.
8 'Go please the baby, nursy,
O go please it with a bell;'
'It will not be pleased, madam,
till you come down yoursel.'
9 'How can I come down stairs,
so late into the night,
Without coal or candle,
to shew me the light?
10 'There is a silver bolt
lies on the chest-head;
Give it to the baby,
give it sweet milk and bread.'
11 She rammed the silver bolt
up the baby's nose,
Till the blood it came trinkling
down the baby's fine clothes.
12 'Go please the baby, nursie,
go please it with the bell:'
'It will not please, madam,
till you come down yoursel.
13 'It will neither please with breast-milk,
nor yet with pap;
But I pray, loving lady,
Come and roll it in your lap.'
14 The first step she stepit,
she steppit on a stone;
And the next step she stepit,
she met Bold Rankin.