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