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Lord Rendal

No: 12; variant: 12C

  1. ‘WHAT’S become of your hounds, King Henrie, my son? What’s become of your hounds, my pretty little one?’ ‘They all died on the way; mother, make my bed soon, For I’m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.’
  2. ‘What gat ye to your supper, King Henry, my son? What gat ye to your supper, my pretty little one?’ ‘I gat fish boiled in broo; mother, mak my bed soon, For I’m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.’
  3. ‘What like were the fish, King Henry, my son? What like were the fish, my pretty little one?’ ‘They were spreckled on the back and white on the belly; mother, make my bed soon, For I’m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.’
  4. ‘What leave ye to your father, King Henry, my son? What leave ye to your father, my pretty little one?’ ‘The keys of Old Ireland, and all that’s therein; mother, make my bed soon, For I’m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.’
  5. ‘What leave ye to your brother, King Henry, my son? What leave ye to your brother, my pretty little one?’ ‘The keys of my coffers and all that’s therein; mother, mak my bed soon, For I’m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.’
  6. ‘What leave ye to your sister, King Henry, my son? What leave ye to your sister, my pretty little one?’ ‘The world’s wide, she may go beg; mother, mak my bed soon, For I’m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.’
  7. ‘What leave ye to your trew-love, King Henry, my son? What leave ye to your trew-love, my pretty little one?’ ‘The highest hill to hang her on, for she’s poisoned me and my hounds all; mother, make my bed soon, Oh I’m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.’