Lord Randall

Lord Randall - Harry Belafonte (哈里·貝拉方特)

Written by：P. Campbell

Oh where have you been Lord randall my son

Where have you been my handsome young one

I've been to my sweetheart

Mother

I've been to my sweetheart

Mother oh make my bed soon

For I'm sick to the heart

And fain would lie down

Oh what did you eat oh randall my son

What were you fed my handsome young one

Eels and eels broth mother

Speckled eels broth mother

Oh make my bed soon

For I'm sick to the heart

And fain would lie down

Oh you have been poisoned oh randall my son

You have been poisoned my handsome young one

'Tis truth you've spoken mother

'Tis truth you've spoken mother

Please make my bed soon

For I'm sick to the heart

And fain would lie down

Oh what will you leave your mother my son

What will you leave her my handsome young one

My love to keep you mother

My love to keep you mother

Oh make my bed soon

For I'm sick to the heart

And fain would lie down

And what will you leave your sweetheart my son

What will you leave her my handsome young one

A rope from hell to hang her

A rope from hell to hang her

Oh make my bed soon

For I'm sick to the heart

And fain would lie down