Lord Rendal

No: 12; variant: 12F

  1. ‘O WHERE hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son? O where hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son?’ ‘I hae been wi my sweetheart; mother, make my bed soon, For I’m weary wi the hunting, and fain wad lie down.’
  2. ‘What got ye frae your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son? What got ye frae your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?’ ‘I hae got deadly poison; mother, make my bed soon, For life is a burden that soon I’ll lay down.’