7 'O gentle nourice, still my bairn,
O still him wi the keys:'
'He will not still, fair lady,
let me do what I please.'
8 'O still my bairn, kind nourice,
O still him wi the ring:'
'He will not still, my lady,
let me do any thing.'
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9 The first step she stepped,
she stepped on a stane;
The next step she stepped,
she met the Lammikin.
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10 'O nourice, wanted ye your meat?
or wanted ye your fee?
Or wanted ye for any thing
a fair lady could gie?'
11 'I wanted for nae meat, ladie,
I wanted for nae fee;
But I wanted for a hantle
a fair lady could gie.'
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12 'I wish a' may be weel,' he says,
'wi my ladie at hame;
For the rings upon my fingers
are bursting in twain.'
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