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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Lord Randal

1.“O WHERE hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son?

O where hae ye been, my handsome young man?”

“I hae been to the wild wood; mother, make my bed soon,

For I’m weary wi’ hunting, and fain wald lie down.”

2.“Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son?

Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?”

“I din’d wi’ my true-love; mother, make my bed soon,

For I’m weary wi’ hunting, and fain wald lie down.”

3.“What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son?

What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?”

I gat eels boiled in broo; mother, make my bed soon,

For I’m weary wi’ hunting, and fain wald lie down.”

4.“What became o’ your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son?

What became o’ your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?”

“O they swell’d and they died; mother, make my bed soon,

For I’m weary wi’ hunting, and fain wald lie down.”

5.“O I fear you are poison’d, Lord Randal, my son!

O I fear you are poison’d, my handsome young man!”

“O yes! I’m poison’d; mother, make my bed soon,

For I’m sick at the heart, and I fain wald lie down.”