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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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EDWARD, EDWARD
' The curse of hell frae me sail ye bear,
Mither, mither; The curse of hell frae me sail ye bear: Sic counsels ye gave to me, O ! '
66:               Lord Randal
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O WHERE hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son? where hae ye been, my handsome young man ?' ' I hae been to the wild wood ; mother, make my bed
soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.'
ii Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man ?' ' I dined wi' my true-love ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.'
in ' What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man ?' ' I gat eels boil'd in broo'; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.'
IV
' What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son ? What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young
man ? ' ' O they swell'd and they died ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.'
v ' O I fear ye are poison'd, Lord Randal, my son ! O I fear ye are poison'd, my handsome young man ! ' ' O yes ! I am poison'd ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wald lie down.'
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