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Giordano Dall'Armellina
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Lord Randal
'O where have you been, Lord Randal, my son?
And where have 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 doon.''And what met you there, Lord Randal, my son?
And what met ye there, my handsome young man?'
'O I met with my true-love; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie doon.''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 doon.''And what gat your leavins, Lord Randal my son?
And what 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 doon.''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 doon.''O I fear you are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son!
I fear you are poisoned, my handsome young man!'
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'O yes, I am poisoned; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, and fain wad lie doon.''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 doon.''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 doon.''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 doon.''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 doon.'
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