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Lord Donald
LORD RANDAL—B
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‘O whare hae ye been a' day, Lord Donald, my son?O whare hae ye been a' day, my jollie young man?’
‘I've been awa courtin; mither, mak my bed sune,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.’
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‘What wad ye hae for your supper, Lord Donald, my son?What wad ye hae for your supper, my jollie young man?’
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For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.’
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‘What did ye get for your supper, Lord Donald, my son?What did ye get for your supper, my jollie young man?’
‘A dish of sma fishes; mither mak my bed sune,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.’
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‘Whare gat ye the fishes, Lord Donald, my son?Whare gat ye the fishes, my jollie young man?’
‘In my father's black ditches; mither, mak my bed sune,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.’
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‘What like were your fishes, Lord Donald, my son?What like were your fishes, my jollie young man?’
‘Black backs and spreckld bellies; mither, mak my bed sune,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.’
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‘O I fear ye are poisond, Lord Donald, my son!O I fear ye are poisond, my jollie young man!’
‘O yes! I am poisond; mither mak my bed sune,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.’
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‘What will ye leave to your father, Lord Donald my son?What will ye leave to your father, my jollie young man?’
‘Baith my houses and land; mither, mak my bed sune,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.’
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‘What will ye leave to your brither, Lord Donald, my son?What will ye leave to your brither, my jollie young man?’
‘My horse and the saddle; mither, mak my bed sune,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.’
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‘What will ye leave to your sister, Lord Donald, my son?What will ye leave to your sister, my jollie young man?’
‘Baith my gold box and rings; mither, mak my bed sune,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.’
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‘What will ye leave to your true-love, Lord Donald, my son?What will ye leave to your true-love, my jollie young man?’
‘The tow and the halter, for to hang on yon tree,
And lat her hang there for the poysoning o me.’
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