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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.
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0 occurrences of England's black tribunal
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Willie Doo

LORD RANDAL—L

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Buchan's MSS, ii, 322; Ballads of the North of Scotland, ii, 179.

1

Whar hae ye been a' the day, Willie doo, Willie doo?
Whar hae ye been a' the day, Willie, my doo?’

2

‘I've been to see my step-mother; make my bed, lay me down;
Make my bed, lay me down, die shall I now!’

3

‘What got ye frae your step-mother, Willie doo, Willie doo?
What got ye frae your step-mother, Willie, my doo?’

4

‘She gae me a speckled trout; make my bed, lay me down;
She gae me a speckled trout, die shall I now!’

5

‘Whar got she the speckled trout, Willie doo, Willie doo?’
‘She got it amang the heather hills; die shall I now.’

6

‘What did she boil it in, Willie doo, Willie doo?’
‘She boild it in the billy-pot; die shall I now!’

7

‘What gaed she you for to drink, Willie doo, Willie doo?
What gaed she you for to drink, Willie, my doo?’

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8

‘She gaed me hemlock stocks; make my bed, lay me down;
Made in the brewing pot; die shall I now!’

9

They made his bed, laid him down, poor Willie doo, Willie doo;
He turnd his face to the wa; he's dead now!