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Lord Randal [German translation]
Lord Randal [German translation]
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Lord Randal [German translation]

O where ha you been, Lord Randal, my son?

And where ha 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 wha met ye there, Lord Randal, my son?

And wha met ye there, my handsome young man?

Oh I met wi my true-love, mother, mak my bed soon,

For I'm wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie doon.

And what did she give you, Lord Randal, my son?

And what did she give you, my handsome young man?

Eels fried in a pan; mother, mak my bed soon,

For I'm wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie doon.

And wha gat your leavins, Lord Randal, my son?

And wha gat your leavins, my handsome young man?

My hawks and my hounds; mother, mak my bed soon,

For I'm wearied wi hunting, and fain 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 hunting, and fain wad lie doon.

Oh I fear you are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son!

I fear you are poisoned, my handsome young man!

Oh 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, mak my bed soon,

For I'm sick at the heart, and 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, and 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 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 fain wad lie doon.

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Irish/Scottish/Celtic Folk
  • Languages:English, Welsh, Gaelic (Scottish Gaelic), Gaelic (Irish Gaelic)+3 more, English (Scots), Other, Cornish
  • Genre:Folk
  • Wiki:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celtic_music
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