Lord Randall

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##'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 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."

##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."

##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."

##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."

##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."

##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, 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, 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."

##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 was lie down."

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