"O where hae ye been Lord Randal, my son? O where hae ye been, my handsome young man?"-- "I hae been to the wild wood; mother make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."-- "Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? 5 Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?" "I dined wi' my true-love; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."-- "What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?"-- 10 "I gat eels boil'd in broo; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."-- "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, 15 For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."-- "O I fear ye are poison'd, Lord Randal, my son! O I fear ye are poisoned, 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 wad lie down." 20 THE CRUEL BROTHER: OR, THE BRIDE'S TESTAMENT. Of this ballad, which is still commonly recited and sung in Scotland, four copies have been published. The following is from Jamieson's collection, i. 66, where it was printed _verbatim_ after the recitation of Mrs. Arrott. A copy from Aytoun's collection is subjoined, which is nearly the same as a less perfect one in Herd, i. 149, and the fourth, from Gilbert's _Ancient Christmas Carols_, &c., is in the Appendix to this volume. The conclusion, or testamentary part, occurs very frequently in ballads, e. g. _Den lillas Testamente_, _Svenska Folk-Visor_, No. 68, translated in the Appendix to this volume, the end of _Den onde Svigermoder_, _Danske Viser_, i. 261, translated in _Illustrations of Northern Antiquities_, p. 344, _Möen paa Baalet_, Grundtvig, No. 109, A, st. 18-21, and _Kong Valdemar og hans Söster_, Grundtvig, No. 126, A, st. 101-105. See also _Edward_, and _Lord Donald_, p. 225, p. 244. There was three ladies play'd at the ba', _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; There came a knight, and play'd o'er them a', _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. The eldest was baith tall and fair, 5 _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; But the youngest was beyond compare, _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. The midmost had a gracefu' mien, _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; 10 But the youngest look'd like beauty's queen, _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. The knight bow'd low to a' the three, _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; But to the youngest he bent his knee, 15 _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_.