22 'Tho you would [give] me as much
as I could put in a sack,
I would not spare thy life
till thy lord comes back.'
23 Lord Montgomery sate in England,
drinking with the king;
The buttons flew off his coat,
all in a ring.
24 'God prosper, God prosper
my lady and son!
For before I get home
they will all be undone.'
F
a. Notes and Queries, Second Series, II, 324, as sung by a nurse nearly a century ago [1856] in Northumberland. b. Notes and Queries, Fourth Series, II, p. 281, from Northamptonshire, communicated by Mr B. H. Cowper.
1 Said my lord to his ladye,
as he mounted his horse, (bis)
Take care of Long Lankyn,
who lies in the moss. (bis)
2 Said my lord to his ladye,
as he rode away,
Take care of Long Lankyn,
who lies in the clay.
3 Let the doors be all bolted,
and the windows all pinned,
And leave not a hole
for a mouse to creep in.
4 Then he kissed his fair ladye,
and he rode away;
He must be in London
before break of day.
5 The doors were all bolted,
and the windows were pinned,
All but one little window,
where Long Lankyn crept in.