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'O where ha you been, Lord Randall, my son?
And where ha you been, my handsome young man?'
'I ha been at the greenwood; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.

'An wha met ye there, Lord Randall, my son?
An wha met you there, my handsome young man?'
'O I met wi my true-love; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.'

'And what did she give you, Lord Randall, my son?
And what did she give you, my handsome young man?'
'Eels fried in a pan; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.'

'And wha gat your leavins, Lord Randall, my son?
And wha gat your leavins, my handsome young man?'
'My hawks and my hounds; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.'

'And what became of them, Lord Randall, my son?
And what became of them, my handsome young man?'
'They stretched their legs out an died; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm weary wi huntin, and fain wad lie down.'

'O I fear you are poisoned, Lord Randall, 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 at the 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 at the 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 at the 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?'
'My house and my lands; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the 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?'
'I leave her hell and fire; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.'