IV
‘What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son?
What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?’—
‘O they swell’d and they died; mother, make my bed soon,
For I’m weary wi’ hunting, and fain wald lie down.’
V
‘O I fear ye are poison’d, Lord Randal, my son!
O I fear ye are poison’d, my handsome young man!’—
‘O yes! I am poison’d; mother, make my bed soon,
For I’m sick at the heart, and I fain wald lie down.’
[67. The Twa Corbies]
(SCOTTISH VERSION)
I
As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies[434] making a mane:
The tane unto the tither did say,
‘Whar sall we gang and dine the day?’