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3. "And what did she give you, Lord Randal, my son? And what did she give you, my handsome young man ?" "Eels fried in a pan. Mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm wearied with hunting and fain would lie down."
4. "And what got your leavings, Lord Randal, my son ? And what got your leavings, my handsome young man ?" "My hawks and my hounds. Mother, make my bed soon, For I'm wearied with hunting and fain would lie down."
5. "And what became of them, Lord Randal, my son ? And what became of them, my handsome young man ?" "They stretched their legs out and died. Mother, make my bed soon, For I'm wearied with hunting and fain would lie down."
6. "Oh, 1 fear you are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son! Oh, I fear you are poisoned, my handsome young man!" "Oh, yes, I am poisoned. Mother, make my bed soon, For I'm sick at heart and fain would lie down."
7. "What do ye leave to your mother, Lord Randal, my son ? What do ye leave to your mother, my handsome young man ?" "Four and twenty milk cows. Mother, make my bed soon, For I'm sick at the heart and fain would he down."
8. "What do ye leave to your sister, Lord Randal, my son? What do ye leave to your sister, my handsome young man ?" "My gold and my silver. Mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart and fain would he down."
9. "What do ye leave to your brother, Lord Randal, my son ?" What do ye leave to your brother, my handsome young man ?" "My houses and my lands. Mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart and fain would lie down."
10. "What do ye leave to your true love, Lord Randal, my son? What do ye leave to your true love, my handsome young man ?" "I leave her hell and fire! Mother, make my bed soon, For I'm sick at the heart and fain would lie down." |
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