Said my lord to my lady, as he mounted his horse:/
"Beware of Long Lankin that lives in the moss."/

Said my lord to my lady, as he rode away:/
"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."/

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 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./

"The nurse how she slumbers, the nurse how she sleeps./
My little son John how he cries and he weeps."/

"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 light of one."/

My lady came down then, all fearful of harm./
Long Lankin stood ready, she fell in his arm./

Here's blood in the kitchen. Here's blood in the hall./
Here's blood on the stairs where my lady did fall./

"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 by.