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Oh where have you been Lord Randall, my son? |
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Where have you been my handsome young one? |
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I've been to my sweetheart mother |
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I've been to my sweetheart mother |
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Oh make my bed soon for I'm sick to the heart |
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And fain would lie down |
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Oh what did you eat, oh Randall, my son? |
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What were you fed, my handsome young one? |
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Eels and eel broth, mother |
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Speckled eel broth, mother |
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Oh make my bed soon for I'm sick to the heart |
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And fain would lie down |
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Oh, you have been poisoned, oh Randall, my son |
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You have been poisoned, my handsome young one |
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'Tis truth you've spoken, mother |
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'Tis truth you've spoken, mother |
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Please make my bed soon for I'm sick to the heart |
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And fain would lie down |
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Oh, what will you leave your mother, my son? |
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What will you leave her, my handsome young one? |
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My love to keep you, mother |
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My love to keep you, mother |
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Oh make my bed soon for I'm sick to the heart |
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And fain would lie down |
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Oh, what will you leave your sweetheart, my son? |
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What will you leave her, my handsome young one? |
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A rope from Hell to hang her |
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A rope from Hell to hang her |
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Oh make my bed soon for I'm sick to the heart |
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And fain would lie down |
