6.
But the nourice was a fause limmer
As e'er hung on a tree;
She laid a plot wi' Lamkin,
Whan her lord was o'er the sea.

7.
She laid a plot wi' Lamkin,
When the servants were awa',
Loot him in at a little shot-window,
And brought him to the ha'.

8.
'O whare's a' the men o' this house,
That ca' me Lamkin?'
'They're at the barn-well thrashing;
'Twill be lang ere they come in.'

9.
'And whare's the women o' this house,
That ca' me Lamkin?'
'They're at the far well washing;
'Twill be lang ere they come in.'

10.
'And whare's the bairns o' this house,
That ca' me Lamkin?'
'They're at the school reading;
'Twill be night or they come hame.'

11.
'O whare's the lady o' this house,
That ca's me Lamkin?'
'She's up in her bower sewing,
But we soon can bring her down.'

12.
Then Lamkin's tane a sharp knife,
That hung down by his gaire,
And he has gi'en the bonny babe
A deep wound and a sair.

13.
Then Lamkin he rocked,
And the fause nourice sang,
Till frae ilkae bore o' the cradle
The red blood out sprang.

14.
Then out it spak' the lady,
As she stood on the stair:
'What ails my bairn, nourice,
That he's greeting sae sair?

15.
'O still my bairn, nourice,
O still him wi' the pap!'
'He winna still, lady,
For this nor for that.'

16.
'O still my bairn, nourice,
O still him wi' the wand!'
'He winna still, lady,
For a' his father's land.'

17.
'O still my bairn, nourice,
O still him wi' the bell!'
'He winna still, lady,
Till ye come down yoursel'.'

18.
O the firsten step she steppit,
She steppit on a stane;
But the neisten step she steppit,
She met him Lamkin.

19.
'O mercy, mercy, Lamkin,
Hae mercy upon me!
Though you've ta'en my young son's life,
Ye may let mysel' be.'

20.
'O sall I kill her, nourice,
Or sall I lat her be?'
'O kill her, kill her, Lamkin,
For she ne'er was good to me.'

21.
'O scour the bason, nourice,
And mak' it fair and clean,
For to keep this lady's heart's blood,
For she's come o' noble kin.'

22.
'There need nae bason, Lamkin,
Lat it run through the floor;
What better is the heart's blood
O' the rich than o' the poor?'

23.
But ere three months were at an end,
Lord Wearie came again;
But dowie,