13 Bonny sang the bird,
that sat upon the hill,
But sare grat the nurice,
whan the caudron gan to boil.
14 . . . . . . .
Lankin was hangit hie,
And the fause nourice burnt
in the caudron was she.
J
Kinloch MSS, V, 371, in the handwriting of Dr John Hill Burton.
1 O Lammikin was as good a mason
as ever bigget stane;
He's bigget Lord Erley's castle,
but money he got nane.
2 It fell out upon a time
Lord Earley went from home;
He left his lady in his castle,
but and his young son.
* * * * *
3 'Where is the lord o this house,
that calls me Lammikin?'
'He's on the sea sailing,
he will not come home.'
4 'Where are the men o this house,
that call me Lammikin?'
'They are at the barn threshing,
they will not come in.'
5 'Where are the maids of this house,
that call me Lammikin?'
'They are at the well washing,
they will not come in.'