6 'Where is the lady o this house,
that calls me Lammikin?'
'She's in her room shewing,
she will not come down.'
7 'How shall we contrive
for to make her come down?'
'We'll stick her dear infant,
and make her come down.'
8 O Lammikin he rocket,
and the fause nurice sung,
While out o the cradle
the infant's blude sprung.
9 'O still my bairn, nurice,'
the lady did cry:
'He will not still, lady,
for you nor for I.'
10 'O still my bairn, nurice,
still him wi the wan:'
'He will not still, lady,
for a' his father's lan.'
11 'Oh still my bairn, nurice,
still him wi the keys:'
'Oh he winna still, lady,
for a' his father's leys.'
12 'Oh still my bairn, nurice,
still him wi the bell:'
'Oh he winna still, lady,
till ye come down yersell.'
13 The firsten step that lady stepped,
it was upon a stone;
The nexten step that lady stepped,
she saw him Lammikin.
14 The nexten step that lady stepped
was in her own child's blood,
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