Misc Traditional - Lord Randal

beautiful scottish traditional ballad . from here comes A – hard rain is A – gonna fall by dylan .

i found this by ear , since there were no chords online , so this might not be
perfect , but i find that it works pretty well . same progression through the whole ballad .

Em C Em
“o where ha you been , lord randal , my son?
Em C Em
and where ha you been , my handsome young man?”
G D Em
“i ha been at the greenwood; mother , mak my bed soon ,
G D C ( G ) Em
for i’m wearied wi hunting , and fain wad lie down . ”

“an wha met ye there , lord randal , my son?
and wha met ye there , my handsome young man?”
“o i met wi my true – love; mother , mak my bed soon ,
for i’m wearied wi huntin , and fain wad lie down . ”

“and what did she give you , lord randal , my son?
and wha did she give you , my handsome young man?”
“eels fried in a pan; mother , mak my bed soon ,
for i’m wearied wi huntin , and fein wad lie down . ”

“and what 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 huntin , and fein 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 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 , make my bed soon ,
for i’m sick at the 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 the heart , an 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 the 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 the heart , and i fain wad lie down . ”