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: "O where ha you been, Lord Randal, 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 Randal, my son? : And wha met ye there, my handsome young man?" : "O I met wi my true-love; mother, mak my bed soon, : For I'm wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down." : "And what did she give you, Lord Randal, My son? : And wha did she give you, my handsome young man?" : "Eels fried in a pan; mother, mak my bed soon, : For I'm wearied wi huntin, and fein wad lie down." : "And what gat your leavins, Lord Randal 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 huntin, and fein wad lie down." : "And what becam of them, Lord Randal, my son? : And what becam of them, my handsome young man? : "They stretched their legs out and died; mother mak my bed soon, : For I'm wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down." : "O I fear you are poisoned, Lord Randal, 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 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, an I fain wad lie down." : "What d'ye leave to your brother, Lord Randal, my son? : What d'ye leave to your brother, my handsome young man?" : "My houses 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 true-love, Lord Randal, my son? : What d'ye leave to your true-love, 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."

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