Lord Randall
from Heart of the Hills Vol. 3 by Mardell McCombs
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More medieval melodrama!
Including, but not limited too-
Murder, mysticism, magic, marriage, tragic love and cruel vengeance.
An elfin knight, a wicked sister and a Really Creepy Town.
Another talking bird. (A very fine bird.)
And a ram worthy of P. T. Barnum.
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lyrics
LORD RANDALL traditional
O where have you been, Lord Randall, my son
And where have you been, my handsome young man
I’ve been to the greenwood, mother make my bed soon
For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down
And who met ye there, Lord Randall my son
And who met ye there, my handsome young man
I met with my sweetheart, mother make my bed soon
For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down
And what did she give you, Lord Randall my son
And what did she give you, my darling young one
Eels boiled in broth mother, make my bed soon
For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down
And who got your leavings, Lord Randall my son
And who got your leavings, my handsome young man
My horses and hounds, mother make my bed soon
For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down
And what became of them, Lord Randall my son
And what became of them, my handsome young man
They stretched out and died, mother make my bed soon
For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down
O I fear you’ve been poisoned, Lord Randall my son
I fear you’ve been poisoned, my handsome young man
O yes, I’ve been poisoned, mother make my bed soon
For I’m sick at the heart and I fain would lie down
What do ye leave your mother, Lord Randall my son
What do ye leave your mother my handsome young man
Four and twenty milk cows, mother make my bed soon
For I’m sick at the heart and I fain would lie down
What do ye leave your sister, Lord Randal my son
What do ye leave your sister, my handsome young man
My gold and my silver, mother make my bed soon
For I’m sick at the heart and I fain would lie down
What do you leave your brother, Lord Randall my son
What do you leave your brother, my handsome young man
My houses and lands, mother make my bed soon
For I’m sick at the heart and I fain would lie down
What do you leave your true love, Lord Randall my son
What do you leave your true love, my handsome young man
Her I leave hell and fire, mother make my bed soon
For I’m sick at the heart and I fain would lie down
O where have you been, Lord Randall, my son
And where have you been, my handsome young man
I’ve been to the greenwood, mother make my bed soon
For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down
O where have you been, Lord Randall, my son
And where have you been, my handsome young man
I’ve been to the greenwood, mother make my bed soon
For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down
And who met ye there, Lord Randall my son
And who met ye there, my handsome young man
I met with my sweetheart, mother make my bed soon
For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down
And what did she give you, Lord Randall my son
And what did she give you, my darling young one
Eels boiled in broth mother, make my bed soon
For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down
And who got your leavings, Lord Randall my son
And who got your leavings, my handsome young man
My horses and hounds, mother make my bed soon
For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down
And what became of them, Lord Randall my son
And what became of them, my handsome young man
They stretched out and died, mother make my bed soon
For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down
O I fear you’ve been poisoned, Lord Randall my son
I fear you’ve been poisoned, my handsome young man
O yes, I’ve been poisoned, mother make my bed soon
For I’m sick at the heart and I fain would lie down
What do ye leave your mother, Lord Randall my son
What do ye leave your mother my handsome young man
Four and twenty milk cows, mother make my bed soon
For I’m sick at the heart and I fain would lie down
What do ye leave your sister, Lord Randal my son
What do ye leave your sister, my handsome young man
My gold and my silver, mother make my bed soon
For I’m sick at the heart and I fain would lie down
What do you leave your brother, Lord Randall my son
What do you leave your brother, my handsome young man
My houses and lands, mother make my bed soon
For I’m sick at the heart and I fain would lie down
What do you leave your true love, Lord Randall my son
What do you leave your true love, my handsome young man
Her I leave hell and fire, mother make my bed soon
For I’m sick at the heart and I fain would lie down
O where have you been, Lord Randall, my son
And where have you been, my handsome young man
I’ve been to the greenwood, mother make my bed soon
For I’m wearied with hunting and fain would lie down
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from Heart of the Hills Vol. 3,
released September 16, 2019
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