| Lord Randall | |
| Anonymous Traditional Folk Ballad (published by Sir Walter Scott in 1803) | |
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1 “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.” 2 “An wha met ye there, Lord Randal, my son? An wha met you there, my handsome young man?” “O I met wi my true-love; mother, mak my bed soon, For I’m wearied wi huntin, an fain wad lie down.” 3 “And what did she give you, Lord Randal, my son? And what did she give you, my handsome young man?” “Eels fried in a pan; mother, mak my bed soon, For I’m wearied with huntin, and fain wad lie down.” 4 “And wha gat your leavins, Lord Randal, my son? And what gat your leavins, my handsom young man?” “My hawks and my hounds; mother, mak my bed soon, For I’m wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down.” 5 “And what becam of them, Lord Randall, my son? And what became of them, my handsome young man?” “They stretched their legs out an died; mother, mak my bed soon, For I’m wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down.” 6 “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 I fain wad lie down.” 7 “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.” 8 “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.” 9 “What d’ ye leave to your brother, Lord Randal, my son? What d’ ye leave to your brother, my handsome young man?” “My house and my lands; mother, mak my bed soon, For I’m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.” 10 “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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