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LAMKIN—X
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“Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 133, Abbotsford; in the handwriting of James Hogg.
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Lamkin was as good a masonAs ever liftit stane;
He built to the laird o Lariston,
But payment gat he nane.
2
Oft he came, an ay he came,To that good lord's yett,
But neither at dor nor window
Ony entrance could get.
3
Till ae wae an weary dayEarly he came,
An it fell out on that day
That good lord was frae hame.
4
He bade steek dor an window,An prick them to the gin,
Nor leave a little wee hole,
Else Lamkin wad be in.
5
Noorice steekit dor an window,She steekit them to the gin;
But she left a little wee hole
That Lamkin might win in.
6
‘O where's the lady o this house?’Said cruel Lamkin;
‘She's up the stair sleepin,’
Said fause noorice then.
7
‘How will we get her down the stair?’Said cruel Lamkin;
‘We'l stogg the baby i the cradle,’
Said fause noorice then.
8
He stoggit, and she rockit,Till a' the floor swam,
An a' the tors o the cradle
Red wi blude ran.
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‘O still my son, noorise,O still him wi the kane;’
‘He winna still, madam,
Till Lariston come hame.’
10
‘O still my son, noorice,O still him wi the knife;’
‘I canna still him, madam,
If ye sude tak my life.’
11
‘O still my soon, noorice,O still him wi the bell;’
‘He winna still, madam,
Come see him yoursel.’
12
Wae an weary rase she up,Slowly pat her on
Her green claethin o the silk,
An slowly came she down.
13
The first step she steppit,It was on a stone;
The first body she saw
Was cruel Lamkin.
14
‘O pity, pity, Lamkin,Hae pity on me!’
‘Just as meikle pity, madam,
As ye paid me o my fee.’
15
‘I'll g' ye a peck o good red goud,Streekit wi the wand;
An if that winna please ye,
I'll heap it wi my hand.
16
‘An if that winna please ye,O goud an o fee,
I'll g' ye my eldest daughter,
Your wedded wife to be.’
17
‘Gae wash the bason, lady,Gae wash't an mak it clean,
To kep your mother's heart's-blude,
For she's of noble kin.’
18
‘To kep my mother's heart's-bludeI wad be right wae;
O tak mysel, Lamkin,
An let my mother gae.’
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‘Gae wash the bason, noorice,Gae wash't an mak it clean,
To kep your lady's heart's-blude,
For she's o noble kin.’
20
‘To wash the bason, Lamkin,I will be right glad,
For mony, mony bursen day
About her house I've had.’
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But oh, what dule an sorrowWas about that lord's ha,
When he fand his lady lyin
As white as driven snaw!
22
O what dule an sorrowWhan that good lord cam in,
An fand his young son murderd,
I the chimley lyin!
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