Lord Ronald - Alasdair Roberts

Oh, where have you been to, Lord Ronald, my son?

Oh, where have you been to, my handsome young man?

I’ve been to the green wood

Mother, make my bed soon

For I’m weary 'o hunting

And fain would lie down

What had ye for dinner, Lord Ronald, my son?

What had ye for dinner, my handsome young man?

I had eels boiled in broth

Mother, make my bed soon

For I’m weary 'o hunting

And fain would lie down

Oh, where did they come from, Lord Ronald, my son?

Oh, where did they from, my handsome young man?

From my father’s black ditch

Mother, make my bed soon

For I’m weary 'o hunting

And fain would lie down

Oh, where are your bloodhounds, Lord Ronald, my son?

Oh, where are your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?

They swelled and they died

Mother, make my bed soon

For I’m weary 'o hunting

And fain would lie down

I fear you are poisoned, Lord Ronald, my son

I fear you are poisoned, my handsome young man

Oh, yes, I am poisoned

Mother, make my bed soon

For I’m sick to the heart

And I fain would lie down

What do you leave to your brother, Lord Ronald, my son?

What do you leave to your brother, my handsome young man?

My gold watch and chain

Mother, make my bed soon

For I’m weary 'o hunting

And fain would lie down

What do you leave to your father, Lord Ronald, my son?

What do you leave to your father, my handsome young man?

My gold and my lambs

Mother, make my bed soon

For I’m weary 'o hunting

And fain would lie down

What do you leave to your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?

What do you leave to your sweetheart, my handsome young man?

I’ll leave her the robe

And the high gallows tree

And let her hang there

For the poisoning of me