"O whare hae ye been a' day, Lord Donald, my son? O whare hae ye been a' day, my jollie young man?" "I've been awa courtin':--mither, mak my bed sune, For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun." "What wad ye hae for your supper, Lord Donald, my son? 5 What wad ye hae for your supper, my jollie young man?" "I've gotten my supper:--mither, mak my bed sune, For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun." "What did ye get for your supper, Lord Donald, my son? What did ye get for your supper, my jollie young man?" 10 "A dish of sma' fishes:--mither, mak my bed sune, For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun." "Whare gat ye the fishes, Lord Donald, my son? Whare gat ye the fishes, my jollie young man?" "In my father's black ditches:--mither, mak my bed sune, 15 For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun." "What like were your fishes, Lord Donald, my son? What like were your fishes, my jollie young man?" "Black backs and spreckl'd bellies:--mither, mak my bed sune, For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun." 20 "O I fear ye are poison'd, Lord Donald, my son! O I fear ye are poison'd, my jollie young man!" "O yes! I am poison'd:--mither mak my bed sune, For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun." "What will ye leave to your father, Lord Donald my son? 25 What will ye leave to your father, my jollie young man?" "Baith my houses and land:--mither, mak my bed sune, For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun." "What will ye leave to your brither, Lord Donald, my son? What will ye leave to your brither, my jollie young man?" 30 "My horse and the saddle:--mither, mak my bed sune, For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun." "What will ye leave to your sister, Lord Donald, my son? What will ye leave to your sister, my jollie young man?" "Baith my gold box and rings:--mither, mak my bed sune, 35 For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun." "What will ye leave to your true-love, Lord Donald, my son? What will ye leave to your true-love, my jollie young man?" "The tow and the halter, for to hang on yon tree, And lat her hang there for the poysoning o' me." 40 LORD RANDAL (B). From _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, (iii. 49.) Scott changed the name of the hero of this piece from _Lord Ronald_ to _Lord Randal_, on the authority of a single copy. The change is unimportant, but the reason will appear curious, if we remember that the Swedes and Germans have the ballad as well as the Scotch;--"because, though the circumstances are so very different, I think it not impossible, that the ballad may have originally regarded the death of Thomas Randolph, or Randal, Earl of Murray, nephew to Robert Bruce, and governor of Scotland."