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Long Lankin
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Said my lord to my lady, as he mounted his
horse:
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"Beware of Long Lankin that lives in the
moss."
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Said my lord to my lady, as he rode away:
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"Beware of Long Lankin that lives in the
hay."
"Let the doors be all bolted and the windows all
pinned,
And leave not a hole for a mouse to creep
in."
So he kissed his fair lady and he rode away,
And he was in fair London before the break of
day.
The doors were all bolted and the windows all
pinned,
Except one little window where Long Lankin crept
in.
"Where's the lord of this house?" Said Long
Lankin,
"He's away in fair London." said the false nurse
to him.
"Where's the little heir of this house ?" said
Long Lankin.
"He's asleep in his cradle," said the false nurse
to him.
"We'll prick him, we'll prick him all over with a
pin,
And that'll make my lady to come down to
him.'
So he pricked him, he pricked him all over with a
pin,
And the nurse held the basin for the blood to
flow in.
"O nurse, how you slumber. O nurse, how you
sleep.
You leave my little son Johnson to cry and to
weep."
"O nurse, how you slumber, O nurse how you
snore.
You leave my little son Johnson to cry and to
roar."
"I've tried him with an apple, I've tried him
with a pear.
Come down, my fair lady, and rock him in your
chair."
"I've tried him with milk and I've tried him with
pap.
Come down, my fair lady, and rock him in your
lap."
"How durst I go down in the dead of the
night
Where there's no fire a-kindled and no candle
alight ?"
"You have three silver mantles as bright as the
sun.
Come down, my fair lady, all by the light of
one."
My lady came down, she was thinking no harm
Long Lankin stood ready to catch her in his
arm.
Here's blood in the kitchen. Here's blood in the
hall
Here's blood in the parlour where my lady did
fall.
Her maiden looked out from the turret so
high
And she saw her master from London riding
by.
"O master, O master, don't lay the blame on
me
'Twas the false nurse and Lankin that killed your
lady."
Long Lankin was hung on a gibbet so high
And the false nurse was burnt in a fire close
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