Lord Randal - Harry Belafonte

Oh where have you been Lord Randall, my son?

Where have you been my handsome young one?

I’ve been to my sweetheart mother

I’ve been to my sweetheart mother

Oh make my bed soon for I’m sick to the heart

And fain would lie down

Oh what did you eat, oh Randall, my son?

What were you fed, my handsome young one?

Eels and eel broth, mother

Speckled eel broth, mother

Oh make my bed soon for I’m sick to the heart

And fain would lie down

Oh, you have been poisoned, oh Randall, my son

You have been poisoned, my handsome young one

'Tis truth you’ve spoken, mother

'Tis truth you’ve spoken, mother

Please make my bed soon for I’m sick to the heart

And fain would lie down

Oh, what will you leave your mother, my son?

What will you leave her, my handsome young one?

My love to keep you, mother

My love to keep you, mother

Oh make my bed soon for I’m sick to the heart

And fain would lie down

Oh, what will you leave your sweetheart, my son?

What will you leave her, my handsome young one?

A rope from Hell to hang her

A rope from Hell to hang her

Oh make my bed soon for I’m sick to the heart

And fain would lie down