Lord Ronald- anon (Aber) c.1907 Greig I
[From: The Greig-Duncan Folk Song Collection. Edited by Pat Shuldham-Shaw and Emily B Lyle, (1981-2002).
R. Matteson 2018]
Lord Ronald- no informant named, probably Aberdeenshire, Scotland about 1907.
1. 'Oh where have you been Lord Ronald, my son?
Oh where have you been, my jolly young man?"
"Oh, I've been a-huntin', mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wad lie doon."
2. "Have you got any supper, Lord Ronald, my son?
Have you got any supper, my jolly young man?"
"Oh yes, I've got supper, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wad lie doon."
3. "What got you to your supper, Lord Ronald, my son?
What got you to your supper, my jolly young man?"
"A dish of small fishes, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wad lie doon."
4. "What like were those fishes, Lord Ronald, my son?
What like were those fishes, my jolly young man?"
"Yellow back with spreckled bellies, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wad lie doon."
5. "I fear you are poisoned, Lord Ronald, my son?
I fear you are poisoned, my jolly young man?"
"Oh yes, I am poisoned,, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wad lie doon."
6. ""What would you leave to your father, Lord Ronald, my son?
"What would you leave to your father, my jolly young man?"
"My houses and my land, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wad lie doon."
7. "What'll ye leave to your mother, Lord Ronald, my son?
"What'll you leave to your mother, my jolly young man?"
"My purse and my silver, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wad lie doon."
8. "What'll ye leave to your brother, Lord Ronald, my son?
"What'll ye leave to your brother, my jolly young man?"
"My horses and stables, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wad lie doon."
9 "What'll you leave to your sister, Lord Ronald, my son?
What'll you leave to your sister, my jolly young man?"
My gold watch and gold chains, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary wandering, and fain wad lie doon."
10 "What'll ye leave to your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?
What'll ye leave to your sweetheart, my jolly young man?"
"Yon tow and yon halter, that hangs on yon tree,
And that's what she'll get it for the poisoning o' me."