Lord Randal Songtext
von Jimmie Rodgers
Lord Randal Songtext
#1:
"Where have you been, Lord Randal, my son?
Where have you been, my handsome young one?"
"I′ve been to my sweetheart's, Mother ... been to my sweetheart′s, Mother.
Oh, make my bed soon; I'm sick to my heart.
And I mean to lie down."
#2:
"What did you eat there, Lord Randal, my son?
What did you eat there, my handsome young one?"
"Eels and eel broth, Mother ... Eels and eel broth, Mother.
Oh, make my bed soon; I'm sick to my heart.
And I mean to lie down."
#3:
"I fear you′ve been poisoned, Lord Randal, my son!
I fear you′ve been poisoned, my handsome young one!"
"On eels and eel broth, Mother ... Eels and eel broth, Mother.
Oh, make my bed soon; I'm sick to my heart.
And I mean to lie down."
#4:
"What will you leave me, Lord Randal, my son?
What will you leave me, my handsome young one?"
"Gold and silver, Mother ... Gold and silver, Mother.
Oh, make my bed soon; I′m sick to my heart.
And I mean to lie down."
#5:
"What will you leave her, Lord Randal, my son?
What will you leave her, my handsome young one?"
"A rope from hell to hang her! A rope from hell to hang her!
Oh, make my bed soon; I'm sick to my heart.
And I mean to lie down."
NOTE: ′I mean to lie down' translates to ′fain wad lie down'.
"Where have you been, Lord Randal, my son?
Where have you been, my handsome young one?"
"I′ve been to my sweetheart's, Mother ... been to my sweetheart′s, Mother.
Oh, make my bed soon; I'm sick to my heart.
And I mean to lie down."
#2:
"What did you eat there, Lord Randal, my son?
What did you eat there, my handsome young one?"
"Eels and eel broth, Mother ... Eels and eel broth, Mother.
Oh, make my bed soon; I'm sick to my heart.
And I mean to lie down."
#3:
"I fear you′ve been poisoned, Lord Randal, my son!
I fear you′ve been poisoned, my handsome young one!"
"On eels and eel broth, Mother ... Eels and eel broth, Mother.
Oh, make my bed soon; I'm sick to my heart.
And I mean to lie down."
#4:
"What will you leave me, Lord Randal, my son?
What will you leave me, my handsome young one?"
"Gold and silver, Mother ... Gold and silver, Mother.
Oh, make my bed soon; I′m sick to my heart.
And I mean to lie down."
#5:
"What will you leave her, Lord Randal, my son?
What will you leave her, my handsome young one?"
"A rope from hell to hang her! A rope from hell to hang her!
Oh, make my bed soon; I'm sick to my heart.
And I mean to lie down."
NOTE: ′I mean to lie down' translates to ′fain wad lie down'.
Writer(s): Luigi Creatore, Hugo E Peretti, Jimmy Rodgers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com