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Roud Folk Song Index #10
As old as the 1600s, this is an Anglo-Scottish border ballad.
As old as the 1600s, this is an Anglo-Scottish border ballad.
The Prodigals do a great version so I’ve marked up the first verse in the manner they do it.
Lord Randal
by trad
O [D] Where hae ye been to, Lord Randal, my son?
O [Bm] where hae ye been to, [A7] my beloved one?
I hae [D] been to the wild wood;
I hae [D7] been to the wild wood;
[D] mother, make my [Bm] bed, I’ve a [A7] pain in my [D] head
and I [D] fain would lie [A7] down.
What did you do there, Lord Randal, my son?
What did you do there, my beloved one?
I dine’d wi my true-love
I dine’d wi my true-love
Make me my bed I’ve a pain in my head
And I fain would lie down
And I fain would lie down
What did you eat there, Lord Randal, my son?
What did you eat there, my beloved one?
Eels in eels broth, Eels in eels broth
Make me my bed I’ve a pain in my head
And I fain would lie down
And I fain would lie down
O I fear ye are poisond, Lord Randal, my son!
O I fear ye are poisond, my beloved one!
Indeed I am poisond, Indeed I am poisond!
Make me my bed I’ve a pain in my head
And I fain would lie down
And I fain would lie down
What will you leave to your mother, my son?
What will you leave her, Oh ill-fated one?
My gold and my silver, my gold and my silver
Make me my bed, I’ve a pain in me head
and I fain would lie down
and I fain would lie down
What will you leave to your sweetheart, my son?
What will you leave her, Oh ill-fated one?
A rope to hang her, a rope to hang her!
Make me my bed, I’ve a pain in me head
and I fain would lie down
and I fain would lie down
O [Bm] where hae ye been to, [A7] my beloved one?
I hae [D] been to the wild wood;
I hae [D7] been to the wild wood;
[D] mother, make my [Bm] bed, I’ve a [A7] pain in my [D] head
and I [D] fain would lie [A7] down.
What did you do there, Lord Randal, my son?
What did you do there, my beloved one?
I dine’d wi my true-love
I dine’d wi my true-love
Make me my bed I’ve a pain in my head
And I fain would lie down
And I fain would lie down
What did you eat there, Lord Randal, my son?
What did you eat there, my beloved one?
Eels in eels broth, Eels in eels broth
Make me my bed I’ve a pain in my head
And I fain would lie down
And I fain would lie down
O I fear ye are poisond, Lord Randal, my son!
O I fear ye are poisond, my beloved one!
Indeed I am poisond, Indeed I am poisond!
Make me my bed I’ve a pain in my head
And I fain would lie down
And I fain would lie down
What will you leave to your mother, my son?
What will you leave her, Oh ill-fated one?
My gold and my silver, my gold and my silver
Make me my bed, I’ve a pain in me head
and I fain would lie down
and I fain would lie down
What will you leave to your sweetheart, my son?
What will you leave her, Oh ill-fated one?
A rope to hang her, a rope to hang her!
Make me my bed, I’ve a pain in me head
and I fain would lie down
and I fain would lie down