| Song | Long Lankin |
| Artist | Steeleye Span |
| Album | Spanning the Years |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Traditional | |
| Said the lord unto his lady as he rode over the moss | |
| "Beware of Long Lankin that lives amongst the gorse; | |
| Beware the moss, beware the moor, beware of Long Lankin | |
| Make sure the doors are bolted well | |
| Lest Lankin should creep in." | |
| Said the lord unto his lady as he rode away, | |
| "Beware of Long Lankin that lives amongst the hay; | |
| Beware the moss, beware the moor, beware of Long Lankin | |
| Make sure the doors are bolted well | |
| Lest Lankin should creep in." | |
| "Where's the master of the house?" says Long Lankin. | |
| "He's 'way to London," says the nurse to him. | |
| "Where's the lady of the house?" says Long Lankin. | |
| "She's up in her chamber," says the nurse to him. | |
| "Where's the baby of the house?" says Long Lankin. | |
| "He's asleep in the cradle," says the nurse to him. | |
| "We will pinch him, we will prick him, | |
| we will stab him with a pin, | |
| And the nurse shall hold the basin | |
| for the blood all to run in." | |
| So they pinched him and they pricked him, | |
| then they stabbed him with a pin, | |
| And the false nurse held the basin | |
| for the blood all to run in. | |
| "Lady, come down the stairs," says Long Lankin. | |
| "How can I see in the dark?" she says unto him. | |
| "You have silver mantles," says Long Lankin. | |
| "Lady, come down the stairs by the light of them." | |
| Down the stairs the lady came, thinking no harm | |
| Lankin he stood ready to catch her in his arms. | |
| There was blood all in the kitchen | |
| There was blood all in the hall | |
| There was blood all in the parlour | |
| Where my lady she did fall | |
| Now Long Lankin shall be hanged | |
| from the gallows oh so high, | |
| And the false nurse shall be burned | |
| in the fire close by. | |
| Said the lord unto his lady as he rode over the moss | |
| "Beware of Long Lankin that lives amongst the gorse; | |
| Beware the moss, beware the moor, beware of Long Lankin | |
| Make sure the doors are bolted well | |
| Lest Lankin should creep in." |
| zuo ci : Traditional | |
| Said the lord unto his lady as he rode over the moss | |
| " Beware of Long Lankin that lives amongst the gorse | |
| Beware the moss, beware the moor, beware of Long Lankin | |
| Make sure the doors are bolted well | |
| Lest Lankin should creep in." | |
| Said the lord unto his lady as he rode away, | |
| " Beware of Long Lankin that lives amongst the hay | |
| Beware the moss, beware the moor, beware of Long Lankin | |
| Make sure the doors are bolted well | |
| Lest Lankin should creep in." | |
| " Where' s the master of the house?" says Long Lankin. | |
| " He' s ' way to London," says the nurse to him. | |
| " Where' s the lady of the house?" says Long Lankin. | |
| " She' s up in her chamber," says the nurse to him. | |
| " Where' s the baby of the house?" says Long Lankin. | |
| " He' s asleep in the cradle," says the nurse to him. | |
| " We will pinch him, we will prick him, | |
| we will stab him with a pin, | |
| And the nurse shall hold the basin | |
| for the blood all to run in." | |
| So they pinched him and they pricked him, | |
| then they stabbed him with a pin, | |
| And the false nurse held the basin | |
| for the blood all to run in. | |
| " Lady, come down the stairs," says Long Lankin. | |
| " How can I see in the dark?" she says unto him. | |
| " You have silver mantles," says Long Lankin. | |
| " Lady, come down the stairs by the light of them." | |
| Down the stairs the lady came, thinking no harm | |
| Lankin he stood ready to catch her in his arms. | |
| There was blood all in the kitchen | |
| There was blood all in the hall | |
| There was blood all in the parlour | |
| Where my lady she did fall | |
| Now Long Lankin shall be hanged | |
| from the gallows oh so high, | |
| And the false nurse shall be burned | |
| in the fire close by. | |
| Said the lord unto his lady as he rode over the moss | |
| " Beware of Long Lankin that lives amongst the gorse | |
| Beware the moss, beware the moor, beware of Long Lankin | |
| Make sure the doors are bolted well | |
| Lest Lankin should creep in." |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| Said the lord unto his lady as he rode over the moss | |
| " Beware of Long Lankin that lives amongst the gorse | |
| Beware the moss, beware the moor, beware of Long Lankin | |
| Make sure the doors are bolted well | |
| Lest Lankin should creep in." | |
| Said the lord unto his lady as he rode away, | |
| " Beware of Long Lankin that lives amongst the hay | |
| Beware the moss, beware the moor, beware of Long Lankin | |
| Make sure the doors are bolted well | |
| Lest Lankin should creep in." | |
| " Where' s the master of the house?" says Long Lankin. | |
| " He' s ' way to London," says the nurse to him. | |
| " Where' s the lady of the house?" says Long Lankin. | |
| " She' s up in her chamber," says the nurse to him. | |
| " Where' s the baby of the house?" says Long Lankin. | |
| " He' s asleep in the cradle," says the nurse to him. | |
| " We will pinch him, we will prick him, | |
| we will stab him with a pin, | |
| And the nurse shall hold the basin | |
| for the blood all to run in." | |
| So they pinched him and they pricked him, | |
| then they stabbed him with a pin, | |
| And the false nurse held the basin | |
| for the blood all to run in. | |
| " Lady, come down the stairs," says Long Lankin. | |
| " How can I see in the dark?" she says unto him. | |
| " You have silver mantles," says Long Lankin. | |
| " Lady, come down the stairs by the light of them." | |
| Down the stairs the lady came, thinking no harm | |
| Lankin he stood ready to catch her in his arms. | |
| There was blood all in the kitchen | |
| There was blood all in the hall | |
| There was blood all in the parlour | |
| Where my lady she did fall | |
| Now Long Lankin shall be hanged | |
| from the gallows oh so high, | |
| And the false nurse shall be burned | |
| in the fire close by. | |
| Said the lord unto his lady as he rode over the moss | |
| " Beware of Long Lankin that lives amongst the gorse | |
| Beware the moss, beware the moor, beware of Long Lankin | |
| Make sure the doors are bolted well | |
| Lest Lankin should creep in." |