‘And whare’s the women o’ this house,
That ca’ me the Lamkin?’—
‘They’re at the far well washing;
’Twill be lang ere they come in.’—
XI
‘And whare’s the bairns o’ this house,
That ca’ me the Lamkin?’—
‘They’re at the school reading;
’Twill be night or they come hame.’—
XII
‘O whare’s the lady o’ this house,
That ca’s me the Lamkin?’—
‘She’s up in her bower sewing,
But we soon can bring her down.’
XIII
Then Lamkin’s tane a sharp knife,
That hung down by his gare[490],
And he has gi’en the bonny babe
A deep wound and a sair.
XIV
Then Lamkin he rockèd,
And the fause nourice sang,
Till frae ilka bore[491] o’ the cradle
The red blood out sprang.