Child Owlet Steeleye Span

Lady Erskine sits into her bower
Sewing a silken seam
A bonny shirt for Child Owlet
As he goes out and in

His face was fair, long was his hair
She's called him to come near
"Oh, you must cuckold Lord Ronald
For all his lands and gear"

"Oh, lady, hold your tongue, for shame
For such should ne'er be done
How can I cuckold Lord Ronald
And me his sister's son?"

Then she's ta'en out a small penknife
That lay beside her head
She's pricked herself below her breast
Which made her body bleed

Lord Ronald's come into hеr bower
Where shе did make her moan
"Oh, what is all this blood", he said
"That shines on your breastbone?"

"Young Child Owlet, your sister's son
Is new gone from my bower
Had I not been a good woman
I'd have been Child Owlet's whore"