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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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Lammikin

LAMKIN—O

[_]

Kinloch MSS, V, 375, from Mrs Forbes, Milne's Court, Edinburgh, in the handwriting of Robert Chambers.

[OMITTED]

1

You have two bright diamonds,
as bright as the stars,
Put one on each finger,
they'll show you doun stairs.’

2

The first step this lady took,
she dreaded no harm;
But the second step this lady took,
she was in Lammikin's arms.

3

‘Will I kill her, nursie,
or will I let her be?’
‘Oh yes, kill her, Lammikin,
she was never gude to me.’

4

‘How can [ye] say so, nursie?
how can ye say so?
For your head neer did ache
but my heart it was sore.

5

‘Oh spare my life, nursie,
oh spare my life, spare;
Ye'll have as mony gowd guineas
as there's birds in the air.

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6

‘Oh spare my life, nursie,
till my lord comes back;
Ye'll have as mony gowd guineas
as the fou of a sack.’

7

‘Oh yes kill her and [OMITTED]
[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]

8

‘Go scour the silver basin,
go scour it fine,
For our lady's heart's blude
is gentle to tine.

9

‘Go scour the silver skewer,
oh scour it richt fine,
For our lady's heart's blude
is gentle to tine.’