And whiles I gaed and whiles I sat,
I digged a grave and laid him in,
And happd him with sod sae green.
Lord Randal comes home to his mother from his false love's poisoned banquet:—
O, where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son,
O, where hae ye been, my handsome young man;
I have been to the greenwood; mither, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearie wi hunting and fain wald lie down."
The lady of the House of Airlie cries out from the burning reek to the cruel Edom o' Gordon:—
"Were my good lord but here this day,