lord randall
- "O where ha you been, Lord Randal, my son?
- And where ha you been, my handsome young man?"
- "I ha been at the greenwood; mother, mak my bed soon,
- For I’m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down."
- "An wha met ye there, Lord Randal, my son?
- And wha met ye there, my handsome young man?"
- "O I met wi my true-love; mother, mak my bed soon,
- For I’m wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down."
- "And what did she give you, Lord Randal, my son?
- And wha did she give you, my handsome young man?"
- "Eels fried in a pan; mother, mak my bed soon,
- For I’m wearied wi huntin, and fein wad lie down."
- "And what gat your leavins, Lord Randal my son?
- And wha gat your leavins, my handsome young man?"
- "My hawks and my hounds; mother, mak my bed soon,
- For I’m wearied wi huntin, and fein wad lie down."
- "And what becam of them, Lord Randal, my son?
- And what becam of them, my handsome young man?"
- "They stretched their legs out and died; mother mak my bed soon,
- For I’m wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down."
- "O I fear you are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son!
- I fear you are poisoned, my handsome young man!"
- "O yes, I am poisoned; mother, mak my bed soon,
- For I’m sick at the heart, and fain wad lie down."
- "What d’ye leave to your mother, Lord Randal, my son?
- What d’ye leave to your mother, my handsome young man?"
- "Four and twenty milk kye; mother, mak my bed soon,
- For I’m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down."
- "What d’ye leave to your sister, Lord Randal, my son?
- What d’ye leave to your sister, my handsome young man?"
- "My gold and my silver; mother mak my bed soon,
- For I’m sick at the heart, an I fain wad lie down."
- "What d’ye leave to your brother, Lord Randal, my son?
- What d’ye leave to your brother, my handsome young man?"
- "My houses and my lands; mother, mak my bed soon,
- For I’m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down."
- "What d’ye leave to your true-love, Lord Randal, my son?
- What d’ye leave to your true-love, my handsome young man?"
- "I leave her hell and fire; mother mak my bed soon,
- For I’m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down."
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