 | John Addington Symonds - Art, Italian - 1881 - 592 pages
...Randal, 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. Signora mama, mio core sta mal ! L' e morta dre la strada : Ohime, ch' io moro, ohime ! It is worth... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - American poetry - 1882 - 906 pages
...your dinner, Lord Randal, my son! Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man t " " I dined wi' my true-love ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wnld lie down." " What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my sent What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome... | |
 | 1883 - 614 pages
...MIND. BY THE AUTHOK OF 'A LOKT BATTLE.' CHAPTER XXX. AFTEB HOONRI8K. ' I hae been to the wild wood ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain would lie down.'. LORD RANDAL. AN hour later Tom was walking alone down one of the dim moonlit drives... | |
 | Robert Bell - Ballads, English - 1885 - 490 pages
...Randal, my son ? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man V ' I gat eels boiled in broo ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie doun.' ' What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son? What became of your bloodhounds, my... | |
 | Robert Bell - Ballads, English - 1885 - 512 pages
...Lord Randal, 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 Jie doun.' ' What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome... | |
 | Cecilia Anne Jones - 1885 - 304 pages
...never ceased running until she reached Pierres Longues. CHAPTER XVI. I hae been to the wild-wood ; Mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain would lie down. — Lord Randal. CHAPTER XVI. A FAITHFUL FRIEN£1. she threw herself upon the ground,... | |
 | Francis Barton Gummere - Poetry - 1886 - 272 pages
...my sdn? O whe"re hae ye be"en, my hdndsome young mdn?" " I hae be"en to the wfldwood ; mother m£ke my bed soon, For I'm we"ary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie doun." The third verse is very bold in the beginning of its second half: "mother" is slurred somewhat... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - American poetry - 1890 - 976 pages
...your dinner, Lord Randal, my soni Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young mant" " I dined wi' my true-love ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary...wald lie down." " What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Bandai, my sont What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young maní" " I gat eels boiled in broo ;... | |
 | Katharine Lee Bates - Ballads, English - 1890 - 262 pages
...Ronald, my son ? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man ? " " I gat eels boil'd in broo' ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down." " What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Ronald, my son? What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young... | |
 | Katharine Lee Bates - Ballads, English - 1890 - 262 pages
...my son? What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man ? " " 0 they swell'd and they died ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down." "01 fear ye are poison'd, Lord Eonald, my son ! 0 I fear ye are poison'd, my handsome young man !"... | |
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I hae been to the wild wood; mother, make my bed soon. For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down. 
