1. Bo Lankin was a fine a mason/ that ever laid a stone,/ he built a fine castle/ and the pay he got none. 2. He swore by his maker/ he'd kill them unknown,/ beware of Bo Lamkin/ when I am gone./ 3 Bo Lamkin come to the castle door, he knocked till it rung./ There was no one as ready/ as the faltress/ she arose and let him in. 4 Where is the land lord/ or is he at home,/ No, he's gone to merry England,/ to visit his son. 5. Where is the land lords lady/ or did she go with him./ Oh no said the falseress she's up- stair in her bed a sleep-ing. 6. How will we get her down stairs such a dark night as this , stick pens and needles/ in the little baby. 7. The lady coming down stairs, not thinking any harm,/ Bo Lankin stood ready/ and caught her in his arms. 8 Bo Lamkin Bo Lamken spare my life one day, you can have all the gay gold your hourse can take away (continued)
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