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Lord Randall

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   "Oh where ha'e ye been, Lord Randall my son?
O where ha'e ye been, my handsome young man?"
     "I ha'e been to the wild wood: mother, make my bed soon,
     For I’m weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."

   "Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randall my son?
Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?"
     "I dined wi' my true love; mother, make my bed soon,
     For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."

   "What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randall my son?
What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?"
     "I gat eels boiled in broo: mother, make my bed soon,
     For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."

   "What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randall my son?
What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?"
     "O they swelled and they died: mother, make my bed soon,
     for I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."

   "O I fear ye are poisoned, Lord Randall my son!
O I fear ye are poisoned, my handsome young man!"
     "O yes, I am poisoned: mother, make my bed soon,
     For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wald lie down."

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.

Anonymous

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Earth took of earth earth with ill;
Earth other earth gave earth with a will.
Earth laid earth in the earth stock-still:
Then earth in earth had of earth its fill.



Erthe Toc of Erthe

Erthe toc of erthe erthe wyth woh,
erthe other erthe to the earthe droh,
erthe leyde erthe in erthene throh,
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Adam lay ibounden,
     Bounden in a bond;
Four thousand winter
     Thoght he not too long;
And all was for an appil,
     An appil that he tok,
As clerkes finden
     Wreten in here book.
Ne hadde the appil take ben,
     The appil taken ben,
Ne hadde never our lady
     A ben hevene quene.
Blessed be the time
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The maidens came 
   When I was in my mother's bower;
I had all that I would.
   The bailey beareth the bell away;
   The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
The silver is white, red is the gold;
The robes they lay in fold.
   The bailey beareth the bell away;
   The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
And through the