Lord Randal - 1926

James Pitt-Payne, London and Ian Cousins, Opera Australia

O where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son?
O where hae ye been,
my handsome young man?
I hae been to the wildwood, Mother,
I hae been to my truelove, Mother.
O make my bed soon,
for I'm weary wi' hunting,
And fain would lie down.

Where gat ye your supper,
Lord Randal, my son?
Where gat ye your supper,
my handsome young man?
O I supped wi' my truelove, Mother,
And I drank wi' my truelove, Mother.
O make my bed soon,
for I'm weary wi' hunting,
And fain would lie down.

What gat ye to supper,
Lord Randal, my son?
What gat ye to supper,
my handsome young man?
I gat eels boiled in broo, Mother,
I gat rubyred wine, Mother.
O make my bed soon,
for I'm sick at the heart,
And fain would lie down.

O I fear ye are poisoned,
Lord Randal, my son;
I fear ye are poisoned,
O illfated one!
In truth I am poisoned, Mother,
O death is upon me, Mother!
O make my bed soon,
for I'm sick at the heart,
And fain would lie down.

Say what will ye leave your mother,
Randal my son?
Say what will ye leave your mother,
illfated one?
My coffers of gold and silver,
My vessels of gold and silver,
Mother, Make my bed soon,
for I'm sick at the heart,
And fain would lie down

Say, what will ye leave your truelove,
Randal my son?
Say, what will ye leave your truelove,
illfated one?
A rope from hell to hang her!
A rope from hell to hang her!
Mother, Make my bed soon,
for I'm sick at the heart,
And fain would lie down.

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Lord Randal 1926
arranged and harmonised by
Cyril Scott
An Old Ballad of which there
are several versions
copyright MCMXXVI by Elkin and Co. Ltd.
sequence by Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK
and Ian Cousins, Opera Australia
completed Saturday 12 Jan 2002 at 09.28
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