[Intro]
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[Verse]
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Lady Erskine sits into her bower
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Sewing a silken seam
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A bonny shirt for Child Owlet
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As he goes out and in
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His face was fair, long was his hair
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She's called him to come near
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“Oh, you must cuckold Lord Ronald
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For all his lands and gear”
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“Oh, lady, hold your tongue, for shame
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For such should ne'er be done
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How can I cuckold Lord Ronald
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And me his sister's son?”
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Then she's ta'en out a small penknife
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That lay beside her head
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She's pricked herself below her breast
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Which made her body bleed
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Lord Ronald's come into her bower
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Where she did make her moan
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“Oh, what is all this blood”, he said
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“That shines on your breastbone?”
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“Young Child Owlet, your sister's son
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Is new gone from my bower
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Had I not been a good woman
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I'd have been Child Owlet's whore”
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Then he has taken Child Owlet
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Thrown him in prison strong
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And all his men, a council held
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To judge Child Owlet's wrong
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Some said, Child Owlet, he should hang
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Some said that he should burn
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Some said they would he, Child Owlet
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Between wild horses torn
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“Ten horses in my stable stand
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Can run right speedily
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It's you must to my stable go
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And take out four for me”
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They tied a horse unto each foot
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And one unto each hand
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They've sent them out o'er Elkin Moor
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As fast as they could run
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There was no stone on Elkin Moor
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No broom nor bonny whin
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But's dripping with Child Owlet's blood
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And pieces of his skin
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There was no grass on Elkin Moor
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No broom nor bonny rush
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But's dripping with Child Owlet's blood
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And pieces of his flesh