My son beloved, blooming, and gentle bred,

What did you with the dog?"

"It died upon the way;

O lady mother, my heart is very sick:

It died upon the way;

Alas, alas, that I should have to die."

"Poisoned it must have been!

My son beloved, blooming, and gentle bred,

Poisoned it must have been!"

"Quick for the doctor send;