12 P. LORD RANDAL.
Miss M. Macmath.
Whare hae ye been a’ day. Lord Ran-dal, my son? Whare
hae ye been a’ day, my hand-some young one? I’ve been
in the wood hunt-ing, Mother, make my bed soon, For I’m
wea-ry, wea-ry hunt-ing and fain would lie down.
Miss M. Macmath.
Whare hae ye been a’ day. Lord Ran-dal, my son? Whare
hae ye been a’ day, my hand-some young one? I’ve been
in the wood hunt-ing, Mother, make my bed soon, For I’m
wea-ry, wea-ry hunt-ing and fain would lie down.