‘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?’ XXIV But ere three months were at an end, Lord Wearie came again; But dowie[493], dowie was his heart When first he came hame. XXV ‘O wha’s blood is this,’ he says, ‘That lies in the cham’er[494]?’-- ‘It is your lady’s heart’s blood; ’Tis as clear as the lamer[495].’-- XXVI ‘And wha’s blood is this,’ he says, ‘That lies in my ha’?’-- ‘It is your young son’s heart’s blood; ’Tis the clearest ava’[496].’ XXVII O sweetly sang the black-bird That sat upon the tree; But sairer grat Lamkin, When he was condemn’d to dee. XXVIII And bonny sang the mavis Out o’ the thorny brake; But sairer grat the nourice, When she was tied to the stake. FOOTNOTES: [488] limmer = wretch, jade. [489] shot-window = a window opening on a hinge. [490] gare = a seam of the skirt. [491] bore = hole, crevice. [492] greeting = wailing, crying. [493] dowie = heavy, sorrowful. [494] cham’er = chamber. [495] lamer = amber. [496] ava’ = of all. _79. Hugh of Lincoln_ _and The Jew’s Daughter_ I A’ the boys of merry Lincoln Were playing at the ba’[497], And by it came him sweet Sir Hugh, And he play’d o’er them a’. II He kick’d the ba’ with his right foot, And catch’d it wi’ his knee, And thro’-and-thro’ the Jew’s window He gar’d the bonny ba’ flee. III He’s doen[498] him to the Jew’s castell, And walk’d it round about; And there he saw the Jew’s daughter At the window looking out. IV ‘Throw down the ba’, ye Jew’s daughter, Throw down the ba’ to me!’-- ‘Never a bit,’ says the Jew’s daughter, ‘Till up to me come ye.’-- V ‘How will I come up? How can I come up? How can I come up to thee? I winna come up, I darena come up, Without my play-feres[499] three.’ VI She’s ta’en her to the Jew’s garden, Where the grass grew long and green, She’s pu’d an apple red and white To wyle the pretty boy in. VII She’s wyled him in through ae dark door, And sae has she through nine; She’s laid him on a dressing table, And stickit him like a swine. VIII And first came out the thick, thick blood, And syne came out the thin, And syne came out the bonny heart’s blood; There was no more within. IX She’s row’d[500] him in a cake o’ lead, Bade him lie still and sleep; She’s thrown him into Our Lady’s draw-well, Was fifty fathom deep. X When bells were rung, and mass was sung, And a’ the bairns came hame, Then every lady had hame her son, But Lady Helen had nane. XI