...Randal, my son?' What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?' 'O they swelled and they died; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.' 'OI fear ye are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son! OI fear ye are poisoned, my handsome young man!' 'O...

...been, Lord Randal, my son? O where hae ye been, my handsome young man?" ''I hae been to the wild wood; mother make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting and fain wald lie down." "Where gat ye your dinner. Lord Randal, my son? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?" "I...

...dinner, my handsome young man?" "I din'd wi 1 my true-love; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi 1 hunting, and fain wald lie down." "What gat ye to...my handsome young man?" "I gat eels boil'd in broo 1 ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi 1 hunting, and fain wald lie down." "What became of...

...dinner, my handsome young man?" "I din'd wi1 my true-love; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi1 hunting, and fain wald lie down." "What gat ye to...dinner, my handsome young man?" "I gat eels boil'd in broo1; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi1 hunting, and fain wald lie down." "What became of...

...a young lord poisoned by his sweetheart. I 120 particularly enjoyed intoning the chilling refrain: "Mother, make my bed soon, for I'm weary wi' hunting and fain would lie doon. . . ." In those days, the way you spoke mattered. If you let it be known you came from...