1 Lambkin was as brave a builder
as eer built a stane,
And he built Lord Cassillis house,
an for payment he gat nane.
2 My lord said to my lady,
when he went abroad,
Tak care o fause Lamkin,
for he sleeps in the wood.
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Recited to me by Ellen Healy, January 14, 1881, as sung by Moll Lochnie, a woman of about seventy, at a place near Killarney, before 1867.
1 'Where is the lord?
or is he within?'
'He's gone to New England,
to dine with the king.'
2 'Where is his horses?
or where is his men?'
'They're gone to New England,
to wait upon him.'
3 'Where is his lady?
or is she within?'
'She's in her bedchamber,
all in her lying in.'
4 'Can I get at her,
with thousands of lands?
Can I get at her,
to make her understand?'
5 'You cannot get at her,
with thousands of lands;
You cannot get at her,
to make her understand.'
6 'Lady, come down,
and please your child,'
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