4 'O still my bairn, nourice,
O still him wi the keys:
'He winna still, lady,
for a' his father's leys.'
5 'O still my bairn, nourice,
O still him wi the pap:'
'He winna still, lady,
for this nor for that.'
6 'O still my bairn, nourice,
O still him wi the bell:'
'He winna still, lady,
untill ye cum down yersell.'
7 The firsten step she steppet,
she stepped on a stane,
And the nexten step she stepped,
she keppit him fause Lamkin.
8 The thirden step she steppit,
she saw her young son's red blood run on,
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
9 'Ye've killed my bairn, Lamkin,
but lat mysell be;
Ye'se be as weel payit a mason
as was ever payd a fee.'
N
Dr Joseph Robertson's Journal of Excursions, 1828-29, No 2.
1 Lamkin was as gude a mason
as ever biggit stone;
He biggit Laird Earie's house,
and payment he got none.
2 O it fell ance upon a day
Laird Earie went from home,
And Lamkin came cravin
his lady alone.