12 'O still my babe, nourice,
O still him with the pap:'
'He'll no be stilled, madam,
for this nor for that.'
13 'O still my babe, nourice,
go still him with the keys:'
'He'll no be stilled, madam,
let me do what I please.'
14 'O still my babe, nourice,
go still him with the bell:'
'He'll no be stilled, madam,
till you come down yoursel.'
15 'How can I come down,
this cold winter night,
When there's neither coal burning,
nor yet candle-light?'
16 'The sark on your back
is whiter than the swan;
Come down the stair, lady,
by the light of your hand.'
17 The lady she cam down
the stair trip for trap;
Who so ready as Bold Lambkin
to meet her in the dark?
18 'Gude morrow, gude morrow,'
said Bold Lambkin then;
'Gude morrow, gude morrow,'
said the lady to him.
19 'O where is Lord Montgomery?
or where is he gone?'
'O he is up to England,
to wait on the king.'
20 'O where are your servants?
or where are they gone?'
'They are all up to England,
to wait upon him.
21 'I'll give you as much gold, Lambkin,
as you'll put in a peck,
If you'll spare my life
till my lord comes back.'