Lord Donald- Stanley Robertson (Aber) 1980 McDermitt
[From Collection - School of Scottish Studies, Original Original Track ID - SA1987.128. Robertson has recorded this two times the first in 1980.
R. Matteson 2018]
Lord Donald- sung by Stanley Robertson, recorded by Barbara McDermitt, 1980. Learned from his mother Elizabeth MacDonald.
1 "O Whaur hae ye been, Lord Donald, my son?
O whaur hae ye been, my jolly young man?"
"I hae been oot a-huntin', mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the hairt, an' fain wud lie doon."
2 "What gaed ye for supper, Lord Donald, my son?
What gaed ye for supper, my jolly young man?"
"I hae been to my sweetheart's, mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the hairt, an' fain wud lie doon."
3 "What gaed ye for supper, Lord Donald, my son,
What gaed ye for supper, my jolly young man?"
"I ate three wee fishes, maither mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the hairt, an' fain wud lie doon."
4. "What colour were the fishes, Lord Donald my son?
What colour were the fishes, my gallant young man?"
"Black backs and speckled bellies, mother mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the hairt, an' fain wud lie doon."
5. "Where got you the fishes, Lord Donald my son?
Where got you the fishes my gallant young man?"
Three hedges and ditches, mother mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the hairt, an' fain wud lie doon."
5. "For I fear you are poisoned, Lord Donald, my son,
For I fear you are poisoned, my jolly young man."
"Yes, I fear I've been poisoned, mother mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the hairt, an' fain wud lie doon."
6 "What leave your auld mother, Lord Donald my son
What leave your auld mother, my jolly young man?"
"My gowd and my siller, mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, an' fain wud lie doon."
What leave your auld faither Lord Donald my son
What leave your auld faither, my jolly young man?"
"My hoose and land, mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, an' fain wud lie doon."
What leave to your brother Lord Donald my son
What leave your brother, my jolly young man?"
"My steed and my stables mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, an' fain wud lie doon."
What leave to your sweetheart Lord Donald my son
What leave your Sweetheart, my jolly young man?"
"The rope and the gallows, mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, an' fain wud lie doon."