“Lord Randall”: Child Ballad 12

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“Lord Randal”, by Arthur Rackham. This is an illustration from Some British ballads, published in about 1919.

“Lord Randall”

O, where have you been, Lord Randall, my son
O, where have you been, my handsome young man
I’ve been to the wildwoods, Mother make my bed soon
For I’m weary with hunting an’ I fain would lie down

Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randall, my son
Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man
I did eat with my true love, Mother make my bed soon
For I’m weary with hunting an’ I fain would lie down

What get ye to your dinner, Lord Randall, my son
What get ye to your dinner, my handsome young man
A yellow pied snake, Mother fix my bed soon
For I’m weary with hunting an’ I fain would lie down

What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randall, my son
What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man
O, they swelled an’ they died, Mother make my bed soon
For I’m weary with hunting an’ I fain would lie down

O, I fear you are poisoned, Lord Randall, my son
O, I fear you are poisoned, my handsome young man
O, yes I am poisoned, Mother make my bed soon
For I’m sick at my heart an’ I fain would lie down

“Lord Randall”: Child Ballad 12