"Where are the lads o' this castle?" Says the Lammikin; "They are a' wi Lord Weire, hunting," The false nourice did sing. 40
"Where are the lasses o' this castle?" Says the Lammikin; "They are a' out at the washing," The false nourice did sing.
"But where's the lady o' this castle?" 45 Says the Lammikin; "She is in her bower sewing," The false nourice did sing.
"Is this the bairn o' this house?" Says the Lammikin; 50 "The only bairn Lord Weire aughts," The false nourice did sing.
Lammikin nipped the bonnie babe, While loud false nourice sings; Lammikin nipped the bonnie babe, 55 Till high the red blude springs.
"Still my bairn, nourice, O still him if ye can:" "He will not still, madam, For a' his father's lan'." 60
"O gentle nourice, still my bairn, O still him wi' the keys:" "He will not still, fair lady, Let me do what I please."
"O still my bairn, kind nourice, 65 O still him wi' the ring:" "He will not still, my lady, Let me do any thing."
"O still my bairn, gude nourice, O still him wi' the knife:" 70 "He will not still, dear mistress mine, Gin I'd lay down my life."
"Sweet nourice, loud, loud cries my bairn, O still him wi' the bell:" "He will not still, dear lady, 75 Till ye cum down yoursell."
The first step she stepped, She stepped on a stane, The next step she stepped, She met the Lammikin. 80
And when she saw the red, red blude, A loud skriech skrieched she: "O monster, monster, spare my child, Who never skaithed thee!
"O spare, if in your bluidy breast 85 Abides not heart of stane! O spare, an' ye sall hae o' gold That ye can carry hame!"
"I carena for your gold," he said, "I carena for your fee: 90 I hae been wranged by your lord, Black vengeance ye sall drie.
"Here are nae serfs to guard your haa's, Nae trusty spearmen here; In yon green wood they sound the horn, 95 And chace the doe and deer.
"Tho merry sounds the gude green wood Wi' huntsmen, hounds, and horn, Your lord sall rue ere sets yon sun He has done me skaith and scorn." 100
"O nourice, wanted ye your meat, Or wanted ye your fee, Or wanted ye for any thing, A fair lady could gie?"
"I wanted for nae meat, ladie, 105 I wanted for nae fee; But I wanted for a hantle A fair lady could gie."
Then Lammikin drew his red, red sword, And sharped it on a stane, 110 And through and through this fair ladie, The cauld, cauld steel is gane.