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Mother make my bed

November 26, 2009

A beautiful song “Mother make my bed” sung by Deborah Flanders.
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The history of the song goes back to a famous English poem “Lord Randal”. This poem also provides the inspiration for many studies in classes, songs sung children, verses composed by famous musicians i.e Bob Dylan.

This is the first post that I figured out how to post Imeem music on WordPress!

Lord Randal

O where ha you been, Lord Randal, my son!
And where ha you been, my handsome young man!”
“I ha been at the greenwood; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.”

“An wha met ye there, Lord Randal, my son?
An wha met you there, my handsome young man?”
“O I met wi my true-love; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.”

“And what did she give you, Lord Randal, my son?
And what did she give you, my handsome young man?”
“Eels fried in a pan; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.”

“And wha gat your leavins, Lord Randal, my son?
And wha gat your leavins, my handsome young man?”
“My hawks and my hounds; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.”

“And what becam of them, Lord Randal, my son?
And what becam of them, my handsome young man?”
“They stretched their legs out and died; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down.”

“O I fear you are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son!
I fear you are poisoned, my handsome young man!”
“O yes, I am poisoned; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.”

“What d’ye leave to your mother, Lord Randal, my son?
What d’ye leave to your mother, my handsome young man?”
“Four and twenty milk kye; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m sick at heart, and I fain wad lie down”

“What d’ye leave to your sister, Lord Randal, my son?
What d’ye leave to your sister, my handsome young man?”
“My gold and my silver; ; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m sick at heart, and I fain wad lie down”

“What d’ye leave to your brother, Lord Randal, my son?
What d’ye leave to your brother, my handsome young man?”
“My houses and my lands; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m sick at heart, and I fain wad lie down”

“What d’ye leave to your true-love, Lord Randal my son?
What d’ye leave to your true-love, my handsome young man?
“I leave her hell and fire; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m sick at heart, and I fain wad lie down”

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