4 'O still my bairn, nurice,
still him wi the bell:'
'He winna still, lady,
till ye come down yersel.'
5 The first [step she steppit],
she came on the marble stane;
The next step [she steppit],
she met him Lankin.
6 'O spare my life, Lankin,
an I'll gie ye a peck o goud;
An that dinna please ye,
I'll heap it wi my hand.'
7 'O will I kill the lady, nurice,
or will I lat her be?'
'O kill her, Lankin,
she was never guid to me.'
8 'O wanted ye yer meat, nurice?
or wanted ye yer fee?
Or wanted ye the othir bounties
ladys are wont to gie?'
9 . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
'O kill her, Lankin,
she was never guid to me.'
10 'Gae wash a bason, nurice,
an ye wash it clean,
To cape this ladie's blood;
she is come o high kine.'
11 'I winna wash a bason,
nor will I wash it clean,
To cape this ladie's blood,
tho she's come o high kine.'
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12 Bonny sang yon bird,
as he sat upon the tree,
But sare grat Lankin,
for he was hangit hie.