Lord Randal- Mrs. W. Duncan (Aber) c1931 Carpenter
[From: James Madison Carpenter Collection, JMC/1/4/L, p. 07497. Inconsistent dialect.
R. Matteson 2018]
Lord Randal- sung by Mrs William Duncan of Oyne, Aberdeenshire about 1931.
1 "Where hae ye been hunting, Lord Randal, my son?
Where hae ye been hunting, my handsome young man?"
"Down in yon green meadows, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wanderin' an' fain would lie doon."
2 "Who did you dine wi', Lord Randal, my son?
Who did you dine wi', my handsome young man?"
"I dined wi my sweetheart, mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wanderin' an' fain would lie doon."
3 "What had you for supper, Lord Randal, my son?
What had you for supper, my handsome young man?"
"I got veal fried with ashney, mother make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wanderin' an' fain would lie doon."
4 "What became of your greyhound, Lord Randal, my son?
What became of your greyhound, my handsome young man?"
He swelled an' he died, mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wanderin' an' fain would lie doon."
5. "I think ye are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son,
I think ye are poisoned, my handsome young man,"
"O yes, I am poisoned; mother mak my bed soon,
For I'm weary, wi wanderin' an' fain would lie doon."
6. "What'll ye leave to your father, Lord Randal my son
What will ye leave to your father, my handsome young man?'
"My land an' my horses; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm weary, wi wanderin' an' fain would lie doon."
7. "What will ye leave to your mother, Lord Randal, my son?
What will ye leave to your mother, my handsome young man?"
My gold an' my silver, mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm weary, wi' wanderin' an' fain would lie doon."
8 "What'll ye leave to your sister, Lord Randal, my son?
What'll ye leave to your brother, my handsome young man?"
"My box an' my jewels, mother mak my bed soon,
For I'm weary, wi' wanderin' an' fain would lie doon."
9. "What'll ye leave to your sweetheart, Lord Randal, my son?
What'll ye leave to your sweetheart, my handsome young man?"
"A dish o' rank poison as she gaed to me,
Gin that disna dee her, she'll be hanged on a tree."