Lord Randal

O where have you been, Lord Randal, my son ?
O where have you been, my bonny young man ?
I’ve been with my sweetheart, mother make my bed soon
For I’m sick to the heart and I fain would lie down.

And what did she give you, Lord Randal, my son ?
And what did she give you, my bonny young man ?
Eels boiled in brew, mother make my bed soon
For I’m sick to the heart and I fain would lie down.

O I fear you are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son,
O I fear you are poisoned, my bonny young man.
O yes, I am poisoned, mother make my bed soon
For I’m sick to the heart and I fain would lie down.

What will you leave your brother, Lord Randal, my son ?
What will you leave your brother, my bonny young man ?
My horse and the saddle, mother make my bed soon
For I’m sick to the heart and I fain would lie down.

What will you leave your sister, Lord Randal, my son ?
What will you leave your sister, my bonny young man ?
My gold box and rings, mother make my bed soon
For I’m sick to the heart and I fain would lie down.

What will you leave your true love, Lord Randal, my son ?
What will you leave your true love, my bonny young man ?
The tow and the halter to hang on yon tree,
And let her hang there for the poisoning of me.

What’s This?

Folk Songs You Never Sang in Grade School is one folk musician's effort to document, honor and share a collection of folk songs I love and my personal history with them through research, essays, and performance. Read the essays here and watch this site for future performances.

What’s New?

Tara McGovern and I, joined by uilleann piper Jon Cooper, have completed the album version of Folk Songs You Never Sang in Grade School. For a taste of the CD listen to "Oh, the Wind and Rain/The Quail It Is a Pretty Bird" and "Let No Man Steal Your Thyme."

Oh, the Wind and Rain/The Quail It Is a Pretty Bird
Let No Man Steal Your Thyme