- "O where ha you been, Lord Randal, my son?
- And where ha you been, my handsome young man?"
- "I ha been at the greenwood; mother, mak my bed soon,
- For I'm wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down."
- "An wha met ye there, Lord Randal, my son?
- And wha met ye there, my handsome young man?"
- "O I met wi my true-love; mother, mak my bed soon,
- For I'm wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down."
- "And what did she give you, Lord Randal, my son?
- And wha did she give you, my handsome young man?"
- "Eels fried in a pan; mother, mak my bed soon,
- For I'm wearied wi huntin, and fein wad lie down."
- "And what gat your leavins, Lord Randal my son?
- And wha gat your leavins, my handsome young man?"
- "My hawks and my hounds; mother, mak my bed soon,
- For I'm wearied wi huntin, and fein wad lie down."
