Misc Traditional – Lamkin (Guitar)

[Melody]
          G7             Am
e|---------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------|
D|--------0----0----2--0--0----------0-2-|
A|---3-----------------------3--3--------|
E|---------------------------------------|

   Dm7           C             F
e|-------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------|
G|------------------------0----2----2--|
D|-3----3--2--0--2---------------------|
A|-------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------|

          C                Am              C
e|--------------------------------------------|
B|--1-----------------------------------------|
G|-----2--2--0--------------------------------|
D|--------------2-------2--0------------------|
A|-------------------3----------0----0--0--0--|
E|--------------------------------------------|

[Chord pattern, example]
         C              Am
e|-------0----0---------0----0----|
B|-------1----1---------1----1----|
G|-------0----0---------2----2----|
D|-------2----2---------2----2----|
A|--3--------------0--------------|
E|--------------------------------|

[Between each verse]
e|-----------------|
B|-----------------|
G|-----------------|
D|-----------------|
A|--0----2----3----|
E|-----------------|

[Outro]
     C                         C
e|-------0-----------------------0----|
B|-------1-----------------------1----|
G|-------0-----------------------0----|
D|-------2--------3----2----0----2----|
A|--3----------------------------3----|
E|------------------------------------|

     G7            Am
It's Lamkin was a mason good

    Dm7            C
As ever built wi' stane,

    F                  C
He built Lord Wearie's castle

     Am             C
But payment he got nane.

     G7               Am
But the nourice was a fause limmer

        Dm7         C
As e'er hung on a tree;

    F                  C
She laid a plot wi' Lamkin,

     Am             C
Whan her lord was o'er the sea.

     G7            Am
She laid a plot wi' Lamkin,

        Dm7           C
When the servants were awa'

     F                   C
Loot him in at a little shot-window

     Am                C
And brought him to the ha'.

     G7            Am
"Oh whare's the lady o' this house

  Dm7            C
That ca's me Lamkin?"

     F                  C
"She's up in her bower sewing

     Am             C
But we soon can bring her down.

     G7              Am
Then Lamkin's ta'en a sharp knife

      Dm7              C
That hung down by his gair

    F                  C
And he has gien the bonny babe

     Am             C
A deep wound and a sair.

      G7         Am
Then Lamkin he rocked,

   Dm7                C
And the fause nourice sang

     F                  C
Till frae ilka bore o' the cradle

     Am             C
The red blood out sprang.

     G7              Am
"Oh still my bairn, nourice,

    Dm7              C
Oh still him wi' the pap!"

    F             C
"He winna still, lady,

     Am             C
For this nor for that."

     G7             Am
"Oh still my bairn, nourice,

   Dm7               C
Oh still him wi' the bell!"

      F            C
"He winna still, lady,

     Am             C
Till ye come down yoursel."

    G7                   Am
Oh the firsten step she steppit

     Dm7           C
She steppit on a stane;

      F                   C
But the neisten step she steppit

     Am             C
She met him --- Lamkin.

     G7              Am
"Oh sall I kill her, nourice,

   Dm7            C
Or sall I lat her be?"

      F                  C
"Oh kill her, kill her, Lamkin'

     Am             C
For she ne'er was good to me."

     G7               Am
"Oh scour the bason, nourice,

    Dm7               C
And mak' it fair and clean,

    F                  C
For to keep this lady's heart's blood,

     Am             C
For she's come o' noble kin."

       G7              Am
"There need nae bason, Lamkin,

       Dm7               C
Lat it run through the floor;

    F                  C
What better is the heart's blood

       Am                 C
O' the rich than o' the poor?"

     G7                 Am
But ere three months were at an end,

    Dm7            C
Lord Wearie came again;

    F                  C
"Oh, wha's blood is this" he says,

     Am             C
"That lies in my hame?"

     G7            Am
"Oh, wha's blood," says Lord Wearie,

   Dm7          C
"Is this on my ha'?"

       F                  C
"It is your young son's heart's blood,

     Am            C
It's the clearest ava'."

     G7              Am
Oh sweetly sang the blackbird

    Dm7            C
That sat upon the tree;

    F              C
But sairer grat Lannkin,

          Am              C
When he was condemned to dee.

     G7             Am
And bonny sang the mavis,

   Dm7            C
Oot o'the thorny brake;

    F                  C
But sairer grat the nourice,

          Am                C
When she was burnt at the stake.