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Bo Lamkin Bo Lamkin was as fine a mason As ever laid a stone He built a fine castle And pay he got none (repeat last 2 lines) He swore by his Maker He`d kill then unknown; Beware of Bo Lamkin While I'm gone from home. Bo Lamkin he comes to the castle And he knocked loud and long, There was none as ready as a faultress, (false nurse) She arose and let him in. Oh where is the landlord ? Or is he at home? Oh, no, he's gone to merry England For to visit his son. How will we get her downstairs Such a dark night as it is? Stick pins and needles in the little baby, Stick pins and needles in the little baby. Bo Lamkin rocked the cradle And the faultress she sung, While the tears and the red blood From the cradle did run. The lady comin' downstairs Not thinking no harm, Bo Lamkin stood ready He cotched her in his arms. Bo Lamkin, Bo Lamkin, Spare my life one hour, You can have my daughter Betsy My own blooming flower. Bo Lamkin, Bo Lamkin, Spare my life one day, You can have all the gay gold Your horse can tote away. Oh keep your daughter Betsy, For to go to the flood, To scour the silver basin That catches your heart`s blood. Daughter Betsy was a-settin' In the castle so high, She saw her dear father come A-ridin' hard by. Dear father, dear father, Come see what's been done. Bo Lamkin has been here And he's killed your dear son. Bo Lamkin has been here, He's killed your baby, Bo Lamkin has been here And killed your lady. Bo Lamkin was hung To the scaffold so high, And the faultress was burned To a stake standin' by. recorded by Frank Profitt, Folk Legacy Child #93Download the song in PDF format for printout etc.