...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. Signora mama, mio core sta mal ! L' e morta dre la strada : Ohime, ch' io moro, ohime ! It is worth...

...your dinner, Lord Randal, my son! Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man t " " I dined wi' my true-love ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wnld lie down." " What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my sent What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome...

...MIND. BY THE AUTHOK OF 'A LOKT BATTLE.' CHAPTER XXX. AFTEB HOONRI8K. ' I hae been to the wild wood ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain would lie down.'. LORD RANDAL. AN hour later Tom was walking alone down one of the dim moonlit drives...

...Randal, my son ? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man V ' I gat eels boiled in broo ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie doun.' ' What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son? What became of your bloodhounds, my...

...Lord Randal, my son? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man ?' ' I dined wi' my true love; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald Jie doun.' ' What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome...

...never ceased running until she reached Pierres Longues. CHAPTER XVI. I hae been to the wild-wood ; Mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain would lie down. — Lord Randal. CHAPTER XVI. A FAITHFUL FRIEN£1. she threw herself upon the ground,...

...my sdn? O whe"re hae ye be"en, my hdndsome young mdn?" " I hae be"en to the wfldwood ; mother m£ke my bed soon, For I'm we"ary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie doun." The third verse is very bold in the beginning of its second half: "mother" is slurred somewhat...

...your dinner, Lord Randal, my soni Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young mant" " I dined wi' my true-love ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary...wald lie down." " What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Bandai, my sont What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young maní" " I gat eels boiled in broo ;...

...Ronald, my son ? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man ? " " I gat eels boil'd in broo' ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down." " What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Ronald, my son? What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young...

...my son? What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man ? " " 0 they swell'd and they died ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down." "01 fear ye are poison'd, Lord Eonald, my son ! 0 I fear ye are poison'd, my handsome young man !"...