Cat. #0572 (MFH #382) - As sung by Mrs. Virginia Morris, Springfield, Missouri on August 6, 1962
VERSE 1
O, where have you been, Lord Randall, my son
O, where have you been, my handsome young man
I've been to th wildwoods, Mother make my bed soon
For I'm weary with hunting an' I fain would lie down
VERSE 2
Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son
Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man
I did eat with my true love, Mother make my bed soon
For I'm weary with hunting an' I fain would lie down
VERSE 3
What get ye to your dinner, Lord Randall, my son
What get ye to your dinner, my handsome young man
A yella pieded snake, Mother fix my bed soon
For I'm weary with hunting an' I fain would lie down
VERSE 4
What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randall, my son
What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man
O, they swelled an' they died, Mother make my bed soon
For I'm weary with hunting an' I fain would lie down
VERSE 5
O, I fear you are poisened, Lord Randall, my son
O, I fear you are poisened, my handsome young man
O, yes I am poisened, Mother make my bed soon
For I'm sick at my heart an' I fain would lie down