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'O, where have ye been, Lord Randal, my son?

O, where have ye been, my handsome young man?'

'I have been to the wood; mother, make my bed soon,

For I'm weary with hunting, and fain would lie down.'

'Where got ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son?

Where got ye your dinner, my handsome young man?'

'I dined with my love; mother, make my bed soon,

For I'm weary with hunting, and fain would lie down.'

'What got ye to dinner, Lord Randal, my son?

What got ye to dinner, my handsome young man?'

'I got eels boil'd in broth; mother, make my bed soon,

For I'm weary with hunting, and fain would lie down.'

'And where are your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son?

And where are your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?'

'O, they swell'd and they died; mother, make my bed soon,

For I'm weary with hunting, and fain would lie down.'

'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 would lie down.'

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