O, Where Hae Ye Been Lord Ronald, My Son

'O, where hae ye been Lord Ronald, my son?
O, where hae ye been Lord Ronald, my son?'
I hae been wi' my sweetheart, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary wi' the hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
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What got ye frae your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?
What got ye frae your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?'
I hae got deadly poison, mother, make my bed soon,
For life is a burden that soon I'll lay down.'

O, Where Have You Been Lord Ronald, My Son

' O, where have you been Lord Ronald, my son?
O, where have you been Lord Ronald, my son?'
' I have been with my sweetheart, mother, make my bed soon,
For I am weary with the hunting, and desirous would lie down.'

' What got you from your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?
What got you from your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?'
' I have got deadly poison, mother, make my bed soon,
For life is a burden that soon I will lay down.'