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23 Then Long Lankyn was hanged
on a gallows so high,
And the false nurse was burnt
in a fire just by.
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Richardson's Borderer's Table Book, VIII, 410, 1846, communicated by Mrs Blackett, Newcastle, as taken down from the recitation of an old woman of Ovington, Northumberland, "several years ago;" previously in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1835, p. 11.
1 The lord said to his ladie,
as he mounted his horse,
Beware of Long Lonkin,
that lies in the moss.
2 The lord said to his ladie,
as he rode away,
Beware of Long Lonkin,
that lies in the clay.
3 'What care I for Lonkin,
or any of his gang?
My doors are all shut,
and my windows penned in.'
4 There were six little windows,
and they were all shut,
But one little window,
and that was forgot.
5 . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
And at that little window
long Lonkin crept in.