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"Oh, where have ye been, Lord Randall, my son?
Oh where have ye been, my bonnied young man?"
"I've been to the wild wood, mother; make my bed soon,
For I'm weary o' huntin', and I fain would lie down."
"Oh, where did ye dine, Lord Randall, my son?
Oh where did ye dine, my bonnied young man?"
"I dined with my true love, mother; make my bed soon,
For I'm weary o' huntin', and I fain would lie down."
"On what did you dine, Lord Randall, my son?
On what did you dine, my bonnied young man?"
"I had eels boiled in broo, mother; make my bed soon,
For I'm weary o' huntin', and I fain would lie down."
"What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randall, my son?
What became of your bloodhounds, my bonnied young man?"
"Oh, they bloated abd died, mother; make my bed soon,
For I'm weary o' huntin', and I fain would lie down."
"Oh, I fear ye be poisoned, Lord Randall, my son!
Oh, I fear ye be poisoned, my bonnied young man!"
"Ah, yes, I be poisoned, mother; make my bed soon,
For I'm sick to the heart, and I fain would lie down."
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