{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch012.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch012.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch012.htm","text":"12A.1 \u2018O WHERE ha you been, Lord Randal, my son?\nAnd where ha you been, my handsome young man?\u2019\n\u2018I ha been at the greenwood; mother, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.\u2019\n12A.2 \u2018An what met ye there, Lord Randal, my son?\nAn wha met you there, my handsome young man?\u2019\n\u2018O I met wi my true-love; mother, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m wearied wi huntin, an fain wad lie down.\u2019\n12A.3 \u2018And what did she give you, Lord Randal, my son?\nAnd what did she give you, my handsome young man?\u2019\n\u2018Eels fried in a pan; mother, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down.\u2019\n12A.4 \u2018And wha gat your leavins, Lord Randal, my son?\nAnd wha gat your leavins, my handsom young man?\u2019\n\u2018My hawks and my hounds; mother, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.\u2019\n12A.5 d what becam of them, Lord Randal, my son?\nAnd what becam of them, my handsome young man?\u2019\n\u2018They stretched their legs out an died; mother, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down.\u2019\n12A.6 \u2018O I fear you are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son!\nI fear you are poisoned, my handsome young man!\u2019\n\u2018O yes, I am poisoned; mother, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.\u2019\n12A.7 \u2018What d\u2019ye leave to your mother, Lord Randal, my son?\nWhat d\u2019ye leave to your mother, my handsome young man?\u2019\n\u2018Four and twenty milk kye; mother, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.\u2019\n12A.8 \u2018What d\u2019ye leave to your sister, Lord Randal, my son?\nWhat d\u2019ye leave to your sister, my handsome young man?\u2019\n\u2018My gold and my silver; mother, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick at the heart, an I fain wad lie down.\u2019\n12A.9 \u2018What d\u2019ye leave to your brother, Lord Randal, my son?\nWhat d\u2019ye leave to your brother, my handsome young man?\u2019\n\u2018My houses and my lands; mother, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.\u2019\n12A.10 \u2018What d\u2019ye leave to your true-love, Lord Randal, my son?\nWhat d\u2019ye leave to your true-love, my handsome young man?\u2019\n\u2018I leave her hell and fire; mother, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.\u2019\n12B: Lord Rendal\n12B.1 \u2018O WHARE hae ye been a\u2019 day, Lord Donald, my son?\nO whare hae ye been a\u2019 day, my jollie young man?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ve been awa courtin; mither, mak my bed sune,\nFor I\u2019m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.\u2019\n12B.2 \u2018What wad ye hae for your supper, Lord Donald, my son?\nWhat wad ye hae for your supper, my jollie young man?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ve gotten my supper; mither, mak my bed sune,\nFor I\u2019m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.\u2019\n12B.3 \u2018What did ye get for your supper, Lord Donald,my son?\nWhat did ye get for your supper, my jollie young man?\u2019\n\u2018A dish of sma fishes; mither mak my bed sune,\nFor I\u2019m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.\u2019\n12B.4 \u2018Whare gat ye the fishes, Lord Donald, my son?\nWhare gat ye the fishes, my jollie young man?\u2019\n\u2018In my father\u2019s black ditches; mither, mak my bed sune,\nFor I\u2019m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.\u2019\n12B.5 \u2018What like were your fishes, Lord Donald, my son?\nWhat like were your fishes, my jollie young man?\u2019\n\u2018Black backs and spreckld bellies; mither, mak my bed sune,\nFor I\u2019m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.\u2019\n12B.6 \u2018O I fear ye are poisond, Lord Donald, my son!\nO I fear ye are poisond, my jollie young man!\u2019\n\u2018O yes! I am poisond; mither mak my bed sune,\nFor I\u2019m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.\u2019\n12B.7 \u2018What will ye leave to your father, Lord Donald my son?\nWhat will ye leave to your father, my jollie young man?\u2019\n\u2018Baith my houses and land; mither, mak my bed sune,\nFor I\u2019m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.\u2019\n12B.8 \u2018What will ye leave to your brither, Lord Donald, my son?\nWhat will ye leave to your brither, my jollie young man?\u2019\n\u2018My horse and the saddle; mither, mak my bed sune,\nFor I\u2019m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.\u2019\n12B.9 \u2018What will ye leave to your sister, Lord Donald, my son?\nWhat will ye leave to your sister, my jollie young man?\u2019\n\u2018Baith my gold box and rings; mither, mak my bed sune,\nFor I\u2019m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.\u2019\n12B.10 \u2018What will ye leave to your true-love, Lord Donald, my son?\nWhat will ye leave to your true-love, my jollie young man?\u2019\n\u2018The tow and the halter, for to hang on yon tree,\nAnd lat her hang there for the poysoning o me.\u2019\n12C: Lord Rendal\n12C.1 \u2018WHAT\u2019S become of your hounds, King Henrie, my son?\nWhat\u2019s become of your hounds, my pretty little one?\u2019\n\u2018They all died on the way; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.\u2019\n12C.2 \u2018What gat ye to your supper, King Henry, my son?\nWhat gat ye to your supper, my pretty little one?\u2019\n\u2018I gat fish boiled in broo; mother, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.\u2019\n12C.3 \u2018What like were the fish, King Henry, my son?\nWhat like were the fish, my pretty little one?\u2019\n\u2018They were spreckled on the back and white on the belly; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.\u2019\n12C.4 \u2018What leave ye to your father, King Henry, my son?\nWhat leave ye to your father, my pretty little one?\u2019\n\u2018The keys of Old Ireland, and all that\u2019s therein; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.\u2019\n12C.5 at leave ye to your brother, King Henry, my son?\nWhat leave ye to your brother, my pretty little one?\u2019\n\u2018The keys of my coffers and all that\u2019s therein; mother, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.\u2019\n12C.6 \u2018What leave ye to your sister, King Henry, my son?\nWhat leave ye to your sister, my pretty little one?\u2019\n\u2018The world\u2019s wide, she may go beg; mother, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.\u2019\n12C.7 \u2018What leave ye to your trew-love, King Henry, my son?\nWhat leave ye to your trew-love, my pretty little one?\u2019\n\u2018The highest hill to hang her on, for she\u2019s poisoned me and my hounds all; mother, make my bed soon,\nOh I\u2019m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.\u2019\n12D: Lord Rendal\n12D.1 \u2018O WHERE hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son?\nO where hae ye been, my handsome young man?\u2019\n\u2018I hae been to the wild wood; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down.\u2019\n12D.2 \u2018Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son?\nWhere gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?\u2019\n\u2018I din\u2019d wi my true-love; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down.\u2019\n12D.3 \u2018What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son?\nWhat gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?\u2019\n\u2018I gat eels boild in broo; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down.\u2019\n12D.4 \u2018What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son?\nWhat became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?\u2019\n\u2018O they swelld and they died; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down.\u2019\n12D.5 \u2018O I fear ye are poisond, Lord Randal, my son!\nO I fear ye are poisond, my handsome young man!\u2019\n\u2018O yes! I am poisond; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick at the heart, and I fain wald lie down.\u2019\n12E: Lord Rendal\n12E.1 \u2018AH where have you been, Lairde Rowlande, my son?\nAh where have you been, Lairde Rowlande, my son?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ve been in the wild woods; mither, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m weary wi hunting, and faine would lie down.\u2019\n12E.2 \u2018Oh you\u2019ve been at your true love\u2019s, Lairde Rowlande, my son!\nOh you\u2019ve been at your true-love\u2019s, Lairde Rowlande, my son!\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ve been at my true-love\u2019s; mither, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m weary wi hunting, and faine would lie down.\u2019\n12E.3 \u2018What got you to dinner, Lairde Rowlande, my son?\nWhat got you to dinner, Lairde Rowlande, my son?\u2019\n\u2018I got eels boild in brue; mither, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m weary wi hunting, and faine would lie down.\u2019\n12E.4 \u2018What\u2019s become of your warden, Lairde Rowlande, my son?\nWhat\u2019s become of your warden, Lairde Rowlande, my son?\u2019\n\u2018He died in the muirlands; mither, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m weary wi hunting, and faine would lie down.\u2019\n12E.5 \u2018What\u2019s become of your stag-hounds, Lairde Rowlande, my son?\nWhat\u2019s become of your stag-hounds, Lairde Rowlande, my son?\u2019\n\u2018They swelled and they died; mither, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m weary wi hunting, and faine would lie down.\u2019\n12F: Lord Rendal\n12F.1 \u2018O WHERE hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son?\nO where hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son?\u2019\n\u2018I hae been wi my sweetheart; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m weary wi the hunting, and fain wad lie down.\u2019\n12F.2 \u2018What got ye frae your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?\nWhat got ye frae your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?\u2019\n\u2018I hae got deadly poison; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor life is a burden that soon I\u2019ll lay down.\u2019\n* * * * *\n12G: Lord Rendal\n12G.1 \u2018WHERE have you been today, Billy, my son?\nWhere have you been today, my only man?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ve been a wooing; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick at heart, and fain would lay down.\u2019\n12G.2 \u2018What have you ate today, Billy, my son?\nWhat have you ate today, my only man?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ve ate eel-pie; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick at heart, and shall die before noon.\u2019\n12H: Lord Rendal\n12H.1 \u2018WHERE was you all day, my own pretty boy?\nWhere was you all day, my comfort and joy?\u2019\n\u2018I was fishing and fowling; mother, make my bed soon,\nThere\u2019s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.\u2019\n12H.2 \u2018What did you have for your breakfast, my own pretty boy?\nWhat did you have for your breakfast, my comfort and joy?\u2019\n\u2018A cup of strong poison; mother, make my bed soon,\nThere\u2019s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.\u2019\n12H.3 \u2018I fear you are poisoned, my own pretty boy,\nI fear you are poisoned, my comfort and joy!\u2019\n\u2018O yes, I am poisoned; mother, make my bed soon,\nThere\u2019s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.\u2019\n12H.4 \u2018What will you leave to your father, my own pretty boy?\nWhat will you leave to your father, my comfort and joy?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ll leave him my house and my property; mother, make my bed soon,\nThere\u2019s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.\u2019\n12H.5 \u2018What will you leave to your mother, my own pretty boy?\nWhat will you leave to your mother, my comfort and joy?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ll leave her my coach and four horses; mother, make my bed soon,\nThere\u2019s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.\u2019\n12H.6 \u2018What will you leave to your brother, my own pretty boy?\nWhat will you leave to your brother, my comfort and joy?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ll leave him my bow and my fiddle; mother, make my bed soon,\nThere\u2019s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.\u2019\n12H.7 \u2018What will you leave to your sister, my own pretty boy?\nWhat will you leave to your sister, my comfort and joy?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ll leave her my gold and my silver; mother, make my bed soon,\nThere\u2019s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.\u2019\n12H.8 \u2018What will you leave to your servant, my own pretty boy?\nWhat will you leave to you servant, my comfort and joy?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ll leave him the key of my small silver box; mother, make my bed soon,\nThere\u2019s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.\u2019\n12H.9 \u2018What will you leave to your children, my own pretty boy?\nWhat will you leave to your children, my comfort and joy?\u2019\n\u2018The world is wide all round for to beg; mother, make my bed soon,\nThere\u2019s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.\u2019\n12H.10 \u2018What will you leave to your wife, my own pretty boy?\nWhat will you leave to your wife, my comfort and joy?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ll leave her the gallows, and plenty to hang her; mother, make my bed soon,\nThere\u2019s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.\u2019\n12H.11 \u2018Where shall I make it, my own pretty boy?\nWhere shall I make it, my comfort and joy?\u2019\n\u2018Above in the churchyard, and dig it down deep,\nPut a stone to my head and a flag to my feet,\nAnd leave me down easy until I\u2019ll take a long sleep.\u2019\n12I: Lord Rendal\n12I.1 \u2018O WHERE have you been, Tiranti, my son?\nO where have you been, my sweet little one?\u2019\n\u2018I have been to my grandmother\u2019s; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick to my heart, and I\u2019m faint to lie down.\u2019\n12I.2 \u2018What did you have for your supper, Tiranti, my son?\nWhat did you have for your supper, my sweet little one?\u2019\n\u2018I had eels fried in butter; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick to my heart, and I\u2019m faint to lie down.\u2019\n12I.3 \u2018Where did the eels come from, Tiranti, my son?\nWhere did the eels come from, my sweet little one?\u2019\n\u2018From the corner of the haystack; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick to my heart, and I\u2019m faint to lie down.\u2019\n12I.4 \u2018What color were the eels, Tiranti, my son?\nWhat color were the eels, my sweet little one?\u2019\n\u2018They were streak d and strip d; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick to my heart, and I\u2019m faint to lie down.\u2019\n12I.5 \u2018What\u2019ll you give to your father, Tiranti, my son?\nWhat\u2019ll you give to your father, my sweet little one?\u2019\n\u2018All my gold and my silver; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick to my heart, and I\u2019m faint to lie down.\u2019\n12I.6 \u2018What\u2019ll you give to your mother, Tiranti, my son?\nWhat\u2019ll you give to your mother, my sweet little one?\u2019\n\u2018A coach and six horses; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick to my heart, and I\u2019m faint to lie down.\u2019\n12I.7 \u2018What\u2019ll you give to your grandmother, Tiranti, my son?\nWhat\u2019ll you give to your grandmother, my sweet little one?\u2019\n\u2018A halter to hang her; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick to my heart, and I\u2019m faint to lie down.\u2019\n12I.8 \u2018Where\u2019ll you have your bed made, Tiranti, my son?\nWhere\u2019ll you have your bed made, my sweet little one?\u2019\n\u2018In the corner of the churchyard; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick to my heart, and I\u2019m faint to lie down.\u2019\n12J: Lord Rendal\n12J.1 \u2018O WHARE hae ye been a\u2019 day, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?\nO whare hae ye been a\u2019 day, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ve been at my step-mother\u2019s; oh mak my bed, mammie, now!\nI\u2019ve been at my step-mother\u2019s; oh mak my bed, mammie, now!\u2019\n12J.2 \u2018O what did ye get at your step-mother\u2019s, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?\u2019 [Twice.]\n\u2018I gat a wee wee fishie; oh mak my bed, mammie, now!\u2019 [Twice.]\n12J.3 \u2018O whare gat she the wee fishie, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?\u2019\n\u2018In a dub before the door; oh mak my bed, mammie, now!\u2019\n12J.4 \u2018What did ye wi the wee fishie, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?\u2019\n\u2018I boild it in a wee pannie; oh mak my bed, mammy, now!\u2019\n12J.5 \u2018Wha gied ye the banes o the fishie till, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?\u2019\n\u2018I gied them till a wee doggie; oh mak my bed, mammie, now!\u2019\n12J.6 \u2018O whare is the little wee doggie, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?\nO whare is the little wee doggie, my bonnie wee croodlin doo?\u2019\n\u2018It shot out its fit and died, and sae maun I do too;\nOh mak my bed, mammy, now, now, oh mak my bed, mammy, now!\u2019\n12K: Lord Rendal\n12K.1 \u2018O WHAUR hae ye been a\u2019 the day, my little wee croodlin doo?\u2019\n\u2018O I\u2019ve been at my grandmother\u2019s; mak my bed, mammie, now!\u2019\n12K.2 \u2018O what gat ye at your grandmother\u2019s, my little wee croodlin doo?\u2019\n\u2018I got a bonnie wee fishie; mak my bed, mammie, now!\u2019\n12K.3 \u2018O whaur did she catch the fishie, my bonnie wee croodlin doo?\u2019\n\u2018She catchd it in the gutter hole; mak my bed, mammie, now!\u2019\n12K.4 \u2018And what did she do wi the fish, my little wee croodlin doo?\u2019\n\u2018She boiled it in a brass pan; O mak my bed, mammie, now!\u2019\n12K.5 d what did ye do wi the banes o\u2019t, my bonnie wee croodlin doo?\u2019\n\u2018I gied them to my little dog; mak my bed, mammie, now!\u2019\n12K.6 \u2018And what did your little doggie do, my bonnie wee croodlin doo?\u2019\n\u2018He stretched out his head, his feet, and deed; and so will I, mammie, now!\u2019\n12L: Lord Rendal\n12L.1 \u2018WHAR hae ye been a\u2019 the day, Willie doo, Willie doo?\nWhar hae ye been a\u2019 the day, Willie, my doo?\u2019\n12L.2 \u2018I\u2019ve been to see my step-mother; make my bed, lay me down;\nMake my bed, lay me down, die shall I now!\u2019\n12L.3 \u2018What got ye frae your step-mother, Willie doo, Willie doo?\nWhat got ye frae your step-mother, Willie, my doo?\u2019\n12L.4 \u2018She gae me a speckled trout; make my bed, lay me down;\nShe gae me a speckled trout, die shall I now!\u2019\n12L.5 \u2018Whar got she the speckled trout,Willie doo, Willie doo?\u2019\n\u2018She got it amang the heather hills; die shall I now.\u2019\n12L.6 \u2018What did she boil it in, Willie doo, Willie doo?\u2019\n\u2018She boild it in the billy-pot; die shall I now!\u2019\n12L.7 \u2018What gaed she you for to drink, Willie doo, Willie doo?\nWhat gaed she you for to drink, Willie, my doo?\u2019\n12L.8 \u2018She gaed me hemlock stocks; make my bed, lay me down;\nMade in the brewing pot; die shall I now!\u2019\n12L.9 They made his bed, laid him down, poor Willie doo, Willie doo;\nHe turnd his face to the wa; he\u2019s dead now!\n12M: Lord Rendal\n12M.1 \u2018WHERE hae ye been a\u2019 the day, my bonny wee croodin doo?\u2019\n\u2018O I hae been at my stepmother\u2019s house; make my bed, mammie, now, now, now,\nMake my bed, mammie, now!\u2019\n12M.2 \u2018Where did ye get your dinner?\u2019 my, etc.\n\u2018I got it at my stepmother\u2019s;\u2019 make, etc.\n12M.3 \u2018What did she gie ye to your dinner?\u2019\n\u2018She gae me a little four-footed fish.\u2019\n12M.4 \u2018Where got she the four-footed fish?\u2019\n\u2018She got it down in yon well strand;\u2019 O make, etc.\n12M.5 \u2018What did she do with the banes o\u2019t?\u2019\n\u2018She gae them to the little dog.\u2019\n12M.6 \u2018O what became o the little dog?\u2019\n\u2018O it shot out its feet and died;\u2019 O make, etc.\n12N: Lord Rendal\n12N.1 \u2018FARE hae ye been a\u2019 day, a\u2019 day, a\u2019 day,\nFare hae ye been a\u2019 day, my little wee croudlin doo?\u2019\n12N.2 \u2018I\u2019ve been at my step-mammie\u2019s, my step mammie\u2019s, my step-mammie\u2019s,\nI\u2019ve been at my step-mammie\u2019s; come mack my beddy now!\u2019\n12N.3 \u2018What got ye at yer step-mammie\u2019s,\nMy little wee croudlin doo?\u2019\n12N.4 \u2018She gied me a spreckled fishie;\nCome mack my beddy now!\u2019\n12N.5 \u2018What did ye wi the baenies oet,\nMy little wee croudlin doo?\u2019\n12N.6 \u2018I gaed them till her little dogie;\nCome mack my beddy now!\u2019\n12N.7 \u2018What did her little dogie syne,\nMy little wee croudlin doo?\u2019\n12N.8 \u2018He laid down his heed and feet;\nAnd sae shall I dee now!\u2019\n12O: Lord Rendal\n12O.1 \u2018O WHERE hae ye been a\u2019 the day, my wee wee croodlin doo doo?\nO where hae ye been a\u2019 the day, my bonnie wee croodlin doo?\u2019\n\u2018O I hae been to my step-mammie\u2019s; mak my bed, mammy, noo, noo,\nMak my bed, mammy, noo!\u2019\n12O.2 \u2018O what did yere step-mammie gie to you?\u2019 etc.\n\u2018She gied to me a wee wee fish,\u2019 etc.\n12O.3 \u2018[O] what did she boil the wee fishie in?\u2019\n\u2018O she boiled it in a wee wee pan; it turned baith black an blue, blue,\nIt turned baith black an blue.\u2019\n12O.4 \u2018An what did she gie the banes o\u2019t to?\u2019\n\u2018O she gied them to a wee wee dog;\u2019 mak, etc.\n12O.5 \u2018An what did the wee wee doggie do then?\u2019\n\u2018O it put out its tongue and its feet, an it deed; an sae maun I do, noo, noo,\nAn sae maun I do noo!\u2019\n12[P]: Lord Rendal\n12[P].1 \u2018Where hae ye been a\u2019 day, Lord Ronald, my son?\nWhere hae ye been a\u2019 day, my handsome young one?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ve been in the wood hunting; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun\u2019\n12[P.2] \u2018O where did you dine, Lord Ronald, my son?\nO where did you dine, my handsome young one?\u2019\n\u2018I dined with my sweetheart; mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.\u2019\n12[P.3] \u2018What got you to dine on, Lord Ronald, my son?\nWhat got you to dine on, my handsome young one?\u2019\n\u2018I got eels boiled in water that in heather doth run,\nAnd I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.\u2019\n12[P.4] \u2018What did she wi the broo o them, Lord Ronald, my son?\nWhat did she wi the broo o them, my handsome young one?\u2019\n\u2018She gave it to my hounds for to live upon,\nAnd I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.\u2019\n12[P.5] \u2018Where are your hounds now, Lord Ronald, my son?\nWhere are your hounds now, my handsome young one?\u2019\n\u2018They are a\u2019 swelled and bursted, and sae will I soon,\nAnd I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.\u2019\n12[P.6] \u2018What will you leave your father, Lord Ronald, my son?\nWhat will you leave your father, my handsome young one?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ll leave him my lands for to live upon,\nAnd I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.\u2019\n12[P.7] \u2018What will you leave your brother, Lord Ronald, my son?\nWhat will you leave your brother, my handsome young one?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ll leave him my gallant steed for to ride upon,\nAnd I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.\u2019\n12[P.8] \u2018What will you leave your sister, Lord Ronald, my son?\nWhat will you leave your sister, my handsome young one?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ll leave her my gold watch for to look upon,\nAnd I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.\u2019\n12[P.9] \u2018What will you leave your mother, Lord Ronald, my son?\nWhat will you leave your mother, my handsome young one?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ll leave her my Bible for to read upon,\nAnd I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.\u2019\n12[P.10] \u2018What will you leave your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?\nWhat will you leave your sweetheart, my handsome young one?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ll leave her the gallows-tree for to hang upon,\nIt was her that poisoned me;\u2019 and so he fell doun.\n12[Q]: Lord Rendal\n12[Q].1 \u2018O whare hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son?\nO whare hae ye been, my handsome young man?\u2019\n\u2018Oer the peat moss mang the heather, mother, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m weary, weary hunting, and fain wad lie down.\u2019\n12[Q.6] \u2018What leave ye to your father, Lord Randal, my son?\nWhat leave ye to your father, my handsome young man?\u2019\n\u2018I leave my houses and land, mother, mak my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m weary, weary hunting, and fain wad lie down.\u2019\n12[Q.7] \u2018What leave ye to your brother, Lord Randal, my son?\nWhat leave ye to your brother, my handsome young man?\u2019\n\u2018O the guid milk-white steed that I rode upon,\nFor I\u2019m weary, weary hunting, and fain wad lie down.\u2019\n12[Q.8] \u2018What leave ye to your true-love, Lord Randal, my son?\nWhat leave ye to your true-love, my handsome young man?\u2019\n\u2018O a high, high gallows, to hang her upon,\nFor I\u2019m weary, weary hunting, and fain wad lie down.\u2019\n12[R]: Lord Rendal\n12[R].1 \u2018Whare hae ye been a\u2019 day, my little wee toorin dow?\u2019\n\u2018It\u2019s I\u2019ve been at my grandmammy\u2019s; mak my bed, mammy, now.\u2019\n12[R.2] \u2018And what did ye get frae your grandmammy, my little wee toorin dow?\u2019\n\u2018It\u2019s I got a wee bit fishy to eat; mak my bed, mammy, now.\u2019\n12[R.3] \u2018An what did ye do wi the banes o it, my little wee toorin dow?\u2019\n\u2018I gied it to my black doggy to eat; mak my bed, mammy, now.\u2019\n12[R.4] \u2018An what did your little black doggy do syne, my little wee toorin dow?\u2019\n\u2018He shot out his head, and his feet, and he died; as I do, mammy, now.\u2019\n12[S]: Lord Rendal\n12[S].1 \u2018Where have you been today, Randall, my son?\nWhere have you been today, my only man?\u2019\n\u2018I have been a hunting, mother, make my bed soon,\nFor I\u2019m sick at the heart, fain woud lie down.\nDear sister, hold my head, dear mother, make my bed,\nI am sick at the heart, fain woud lie down.\u2019\n12[S.2] \u2018What have you eat today, Randal, my son?\nWhat have you eat today, my only man?\u2019\n\u2018I have eat an eel; mother, make,\u2019 etc.\n12[S.3] \u2018What was the colour of it, Randal, my son?\nWhat was the colour of it, my only man?\u2019\n\u2018It was neither green, grey, blue nor black,\nBut speckled on the back; make,\u2019 etc.\n12[S.4] \u2018Who gave you eels today, Randal, my son?\nWho gave you eels today, my only man?\u2019\n\u2018My own sweetheart; mother, make,\u2019 etc.\n12[S.5] \u2018Where shall I make your bed, Randal, my son?\nWhere shall I make your bed, my only man?\u2019\n\u2018In the churchyard; mother, make,\u2019 etc.\n12[S.6] \u2018What will you leave her then, Randall, my son?\nWhat will you leave her then, my only man?\u2019\n\u2018A halter to hang herself; make,\u2019 etc.\n12[U]: Lord Rendal\n12[U].1 \u2018Whare were ye the lea lang day,\nRefrain: My wee crooding doo, doo?\u2019\n12[U.1] \u2018I hae been at my step-dame\u2019s;\nRefrain: Mammy, mak my bed noo, noo!\u2019\n12[U.2] \u2018Whare gat she the wee, wee fish?\u2019\n\u2018She gat it neist the edder-flowe.\u2019\n12[U.3] \u2018What did she wi the fishie\u2019s banes?\u2019\n\u2018The wee black dog gat them to eat.\u2019\n12[U.4] \u2018What did the wee black doggie then?\u2019\n\u2018He shot out his fittie an deed;\nRefrain: An sae maun I now too, too.\u2019 etc.","title":"The Child Ballads: 12. Lord Rendal","type":"page"}