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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
Lord Randal
By The Ballad
1.“O
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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”