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Lord Randall - Harry Belafonte (哈里·贝拉方特)
Oh where have you been Lord Randall my son
Where have you been my handsome young one
I've been to my sweetheart mother
I've been to my sweetheart mother
Oh make my bed soon
For I'm sick to the heart
And fain would lie do
Oh what did you eat oh Randall my son
What were you fed my handsome young one
Eels and eel broth mother
Speckled eel broth mother
Oh make my bed soon
For I'm sick to the heart
And fain would lie do
Oh you have been poisoned
Randall my son
You have been poisoned my handsome young one
Tis truth you've spoken mother
Tis truth you've spoken mother
Please make my bed soon
For I'm sick to the heart
And fain would lie do
Oh what will you leave your mother my son
What will you leave her my handsome young one
My love to keep you mother
My love to keep you mother
Oh make my bed soon
For I'm sick to the heart
And fain would lie do
And what will you leave your sweetheart my son
What will you leave her my handsome young one
A rope from Hell to hang her
A rope from Hell to hang her
Oh make my bed soon
For I'm sick to the heart
And fain would lie do
