Lord Ronald- Jean Esselmont (Aber) 1931 Carpenter
[From: James Madison Carpenter Collection, JMC/1/4/L, p. 07506,
R. Matteson 2018]
Lord Ronald- sung by Jean Esselmont of Cuminestown, Scotland, 1931.
1 "Where have you been, Lord Ronald, my son?
Where have you been, my gallant young man?"
"I've been to see my sweetheart, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wid lie doon."
2 "What had you for supper, Lord Ronald, my son?
What had you for supper, my gallant young man?"
"A plate of nice fishes, mother make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wid lie doon."
4 "What kind of fishes, Lord Ronald, my son?
What kind of fishes, my gallant young man?"
"Black backs and white bellies, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wid lie doon."
4 "I fear you've been poisoned, Lord Ronald, my son,
I fear you've been poisoned, my gallant young man,"
"Yes mother, I've been poisoned; O make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wid lie doon."
5 "What'll you leave to your father, Lord Ronald my son
What'll you leave to your father, my gallant young man?'
"My horses and stables, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wid lie doon."
6. "What'll you leave to your mother, Lord Ronald, my son?
What'll you leave to your mother, my gallant young man?"
My purse and my silver, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wid lie doon."
7. "What'll you leave to your brother, Lord Ronald, my son?
What'll you leave to your brother, my gallant young man?"
"My gold watch and chain, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wid lie doon."
8. "What'll you leave to your sister, Lord Ronald, my son?
What'll you leave to your sister, my gallant young man?"
"My books and my bible, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wid lie doon."
9. "What'll you leave to your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?
What'll you leave to your sweetheart, my gallant young man?"
"There's a rope in yon stable, and she'll hang on yon tree,
That's what she'll get for the poisoning o' me."