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"O where ha you been, Lord Randal, my son?
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And where ha you been, my handsome young man?"
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"I've been to the wild wood; mother, mak my bed soon,
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For I'm sick to my heart, and I fain wad lie down."

"Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son?
Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?"
"O I dined wi' my true-love; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick to my heart, and I fain wad lie down."

"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 broth; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick to my heart, and I fain wad lie down."

"And wha gat your leavings, Lord Randal, my son?
And wha gat your leavings, my handsome young man?"
"My hawks and my hounds; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick to my heart, and I fain wad lie down."

"What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son?
What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?"
"O they swelled and they died; mother, make my bed soon,
For I 'm sick to my heart, and I 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 to my heart, and I 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 to my 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 to my heart, and 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 to my 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 to my heart, and I fain wad lie down."