"And did you eat it all? My son, beloved, blooming, and gentle bred, And did you eat it all?" "Only the half I eat; O lady mother, my heart is very sick: Only the half I eat; Alas, alas, that I should have to die." "Where went the other half? My son beloved, blooming, and gentle bred, Where went the other half?" "I gave it to the dog; O lady mother, my heart is very sick: I gave it to the dog; Alas, alas, that I should have to die?" "What did you with the dog? 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; O lady mother, my heart is very sick: Quick for the doctor send; Alas, alas, that I should have to die. "Wherefore the doctor call? My son beloved, blooming, and gentle bred, Wherefore the doctor call?" "That he may visit me; O lady mother, my heart is very sick: That he may visit me; Alas, alas, that I should have to die." * * * * * "Quick for the parson send; O lady mother, my heart is very sick: Quick for the parson send; Alas, alas, that I should have to die." "Wherefore the parson call? My son beloved, blooming, and gentle bred, Wherefore the parson call?" "So that I may confess; O lady mother, my heart is very sick: So that I may confess; Alas, alas, that I should have to die." * * * * * "Send for the notary; O lady mother, my heart is very sick: Send for the notary; Alas, alas, that I should have to die." "Why call the notary? My son beloved, blooming, and gentle bred, Why call the notary?" "To make my testament; O lady mother, my heart is very sick: To make my testament; Alas, alas, that I should have to die." "What to your mother leave? My son beloved, blooming, and gentle bred, What to your mother leave?" "To her my palace goes; O lady mother, my heart is very sick: To her my palace goes; Alas, alas, that I should have to die." "What to your brothers leave? My son beloved, blooming, and gentle bred, What to your brothers leave?" "To them the coach and team; O lady mother, my heart is very sick: To them the coach and team; Alas, alas, that I should have to die." "What to your sisters leave? My son beloved, blooming, and gentle bred, What to your sisters leave?" "A dower to marry them; O lady mother, my heart is very sick: A dower to marry them; Alas, alas, that I should have to die."