Then out he set, and his braw men Rode a' the country roun'; Ere lang they faud the Lammikin 135 Had sheltered near to Downe. They carried him a' airts o' wind, And mickle pain had he, At last before Lord Weire's gate They hanged him on the tree. 140 LONG LONKIN. See p. 94. From Richardson's _Borderer's Table-Book_, viii. 410. 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, 5 As he rode away, "Beware of Long Lonkin That lies in the clay." "What care I for Lonkin, Or any of his gang? 10 My doors are all shut And my windows penned in." There are six little windows, And they were all shut, But one little window, 15 And that was forgot. * * * * * * * * * * * * And at that little window Long Lonkin crept in. "Where's the lord of the hall?" Says the Lonkin; 20 "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," 25 Says Orange to him. "Where's the maids of the hall?" Says the Lonkin; "They're at the well washing," Says Orange to him. 30 "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?" 35 Says the Lonkin; "Prick the babe in the cradle," Says Orange to him. "Rock well my cradle, And bee-ba my son; 40 Ye 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, 45 And still your own child." "O still my child, Orange, Still him with a bell;" "I can't still him, ladie, Till you come down yoursell." 50 * * * * * * "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, 55 And let my mother go." * * * * * * THE LAIRD OF WARISTOUN. See p. 107.