Lamkin
No: 93; variant: 93G
- THE lord said to his ladie,
as he mounted his horse,
Beware of Long Lonkin,
that lies in the moss.
- The lord said to his ladie,
as he rode away,
Beware of Long Lonkin,
that lies in the clay.
- 'What care I for Lonkin,
or any of his gang?
My doors are all shut,
and my windows penned in.'
- There were six little windows,
and they were all shut,
But one little window,
and that was forgot.
- . . . . .
. . . . .
And at that little window
long Lonkin crept in.
- 'Where's the lord of the hall?'
says the Lonkin:
'He's gone up to London,'
says Orange to him.
- 'Where's the men of the hall?'
says the Lonkin:
'They're at the field ploughing,'
says Orange to him.
- 'Where's the maids of the hall?'
says the Lonkin:
'They're at the well washing,'
says Orange to him.
- 'Where's the ladies of the hall?'
says the Lonkin:
'They're up in their chambers,'
says Orange to him.
- 'How shall we get them down?'
says the Lonkin:
'Prick the babe in the cradle,'
says Orange to him.
- 'Rock well my cradle,
and bee-ba my son;
You shall have a new gown
when the lord he comes home.'
- Still she did prick it,
and bee-ba she cried:
'Come down, dearest mistress,
and still your own child.'
- 'Oh still my child, Orange,
still him with a bell:'
'I can't still him, ladie,
till you come down yoursell.'
- 'Hold the gold basin,
for your heart's blood to run in,'
. . . . .
. . . . .
- 'To hold the gold basin,
it grieves me full sore;
Oh kill me, dear Lonkin,
and let my mother go.'