Lord Ronald- William Morrison (Aber) c.1931 Carpenter
[This transcript is from: James Madison Carpenter Collection, JMC/1/5/1/Q, pp. 08583-08584.
R. Matteson 2018]
Lord Ronald- sung by William Morrison of Wardhead, Bieldside, Aberdeenshire, Scotland. Learned c. 1927 from Bailie at Hill of Phiddis, Udney.
1 "Oh, where have you been to, Lord Ronald, my son?
Oh where have you been to, my gallant young man?"
"I've been away hunting, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wis wanderin, an' fain would lie doon."
2 "Have ye gotten supper, Lord Ronald, my son?
"Have ye gotten supper, my gallant young man?"
"Yes, I've got supper; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wis wanderin, an' fain would lie doon."
3 "What had ye for supper, Lord Ronald, my son?
What had ye for supper, my gallant young man?"
"I've had a few fishes, mother make my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wis wanderin, an' fain would lie doon."
4 "What kind were the fishes, Lord Ronald, my son?
What kind were the fishes, my gallant young man?"
"They were black backed an' spreckled bellied, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wis wanderin, an' fain would lie doon."
5 "I doot ye've been poisoned, Lord Ronald, my son,
I doot ye've been poisoned, my gallant young man,"
"Yes, I've poisoned; mother make my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wis wanderin, an' fain would lie doon."
6 "What d'ya leave to your father, Lord Ronald my son
What d'ya you leave to your father, my gallant young man?"
"My houses in London, mother make my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wis wanderin, an' fain would lie doon."
7 "What d'ye leave to your mother, Lord Ronald, my son?
What d'ye leave to your mother, my gallant young man?"
My purse and my savings, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wis wanderin, an' fain would lie doon."
8. "What d'ye leave to your brother, Lord Ronald, my son?
What d'ye leave to your brother, my gallant young man?"
"Yon horse in yon stables, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wis wanderin, an' fain would lie doon."
9. "What d'ye leave to your sister, Lord Ronald, my son?
What d'ye leave to your sister, my gallant young man?"
"My gold watch and chain; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wis wanderin, an' fain would lie doon."
10 "What d'ye leave to your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?
What d'ye leave to your sweetheart, my gallant young man?"
"Yon rope and yon halter, that hangs on yon tree,
An' that's what she'll get for the poisoning of me."