Johnny Randolph- Brewer (IL) 1932 McIntosh
[From: Some Representative Southern Illinois Folk-Songs by David Seneff McIntosh, 1935 pp. 27-29.; Bronson 46.
R. Matteson 2014]
Johnny Randolph- Sung by Myrtle Brewer, Stonefort, Illinois, 1932.
O, what will you have for supper, Johnny Randolph,my son?
O, what will you have for supper, my dear little one?
A cup of cold poison, Mother; make my bed soon,
A cup of cold poison, Mother; make my bed soon,
There's a pain at my heart, and I want to lie down.
Ah, what will you leave your brother, Johnny Randolph, my son?
Ah, what will you leave your brother, my dear little one?
My coach and six horses, Mother; make my bed soon,
My coach and six horses, Mother; make my bed soon,
There's a pain at my heart, and I want to lie down'
Oh, what will you leave your sister, Johnny Randolph, my son?
Oh, what will you leave your sister, my dear little one?
My gold and my silver, Mother; make my bed soon.
My gold and my silver, Mother; make my bed soon.
There's a pain at my heart, and I want to lie down.
Oh, what will you leave your sweetheart, Johnny Randolph, my son?
Oh, what will you leave your sweetheart, my-dear little one?
The gates of hell are open, Mother; make my bed soon.
The gates of hell are open, Mother; make my bed soon.
There's a pain at my heart, and I want to lie down.
Ah, what will you leave your mother, Johnny Randolph, my son?
Ah, what will you leave your mother, my dear little one?
A dead boy to bury, Mother; make my bed soon.
A dead boy to bury, Mother; make my bed soon.-
There's a pain at my heart, and I want to lie down."