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 wad lie doon.
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 wad lie doon.
What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son?
What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?
I gat
eels boild in
broo; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary wi hunting, and
fain wad lie doon.
What became of your
bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son?
What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?
O they swelld and they died; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wad lie doon.
O I fear ye are
poisond, Lord Randal, my son!
O I fear ye are poisond, my handsome young man!
O yes! I am poisond; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm
sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doon.