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Lord Randal - Luca Burgalassi
Written by：Luca Burgalassi
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 make my bed
Soon
For I'm wearied with hunting and fain wad lie down
An what met ye there Lord randal my son
And wha met ye there my handsome young man
O I met with my true love mother make my
Bed soon
For I'm wearied with huntin and fain wad lie down
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 huntin and fein wad lie down
And what gat your leavins Lord randal my son
And what gat your leavins my handsome young man
My hawks and my hounds mother make my bed soon
For I'm wearied wi huntin and fein wad lie down
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 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 make 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 make 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
Whole my gold and my silver mother make 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 make 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 make my bed
Soon
For I'm sick at the heart and I fain wad
Lie down
