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Lord Randal
Anonymous
“O where hae ye been, Lord Randal my son?
O where hae ye been, my handsome young man?”
“I hae been to the wild wood; mother, make my bed soon,
For I’m weary with hunger and fain wald lie down.”
“Where got ye your dinner, Lord Randal my son?
Where got ye your dinner, my handsome young man?”
“I dined wi’ my true-love; mother, make my bed soon,
For I’m weary wi’ hunting, and fain wald lie down.”
“What got ye to your dinner, Lord Randal my son?
What got ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?”
“I got eels boiled in broo; mother, make my bed soon,
For I’m weary wi’ hunting, and fain wald lie down.”
“What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal my son?
What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?”
“O they swelled and they died; mother, make my bed soon,
For I’m weary wi’ hunting and fain wald lie down.”
“O I fear ye are poisoned, Lord Randal my son!
O I fear ye are poisoned, my handsome young man!”
“O yes, I am poisoned; mother, make my bed soon,
For I’m sick at the hear, and fain wald lie down.”
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Narrative poem:
Mother sees that his appearance is disturbed.
Bed-symbol- actual bed or a coffin/grave/casket.
Fain wald lie down=would gladly lie down
This man is ALWAYS hunting and a mommas boy,
And his lover is jealous.
Senses that it could have been something he ate, so she asks him what he ate,
Soup is a hot dish and has a ton of ingredients which can mask the taste of a foreign ingredient.
When he tells her that his bloodhounds swelled and died, she at once knows they were fed yeast, and so was her son.
This man doesn’t blame his lover, he realizes that he shouldn’t of spent some much time hunting. He dies of a broken heart also b/c he realizes that his lover fell out of love with him.
…my handsome young man-she’s proud of her son, they have a special connection-mommas boy
Anonymous
“O where hae ye been, Lord Randal my son?
O where hae ye been, my handsome young man?”
“I hae been to the wild wood; mother, make my bed soon,
For I’m weary with hunger and fain wald lie down.”
“Where got ye your dinner, Lord Randal my son?
Where got ye your dinner, my handsome young man?”
“I dined wi’ my true-love; mother, make my bed soon,
For I’m weary wi’ hunting, and fain wald lie down.”
“What got ye to your dinner, Lord Randal my son?
What got ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?”
“I got eels boiled in broo; mother, make my bed soon,
For I’m weary wi’ hunting, and fain wald lie down.”
“What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal my son?
What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?”
“O they swelled and they died; mother, make my bed soon,
For I’m weary wi’ hunting and fain wald lie down.”
“O I fear ye are poisoned, Lord Randal my son!
O I fear ye are poisoned, my handsome young man!”
“O yes, I am poisoned; mother, make my bed soon,
For I’m sick at the hear, and fain wald lie down.”
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Narrative poem:
Mother sees that his appearance is disturbed.
Bed-symbol- actual bed or a coffin/grave/casket.
Fain wald lie down=would gladly lie down
This man is ALWAYS hunting and a mommas boy,
And his lover is jealous.
Senses that it could have been something he ate, so she asks him what he ate,
Soup is a hot dish and has a ton of ingredients which can mask the taste of a foreign ingredient.
When he tells her that his bloodhounds swelled and died, she at once knows they were fed yeast, and so was her son.
This man doesn’t blame his lover, he realizes that he shouldn’t of spent some much time hunting. He dies of a broken heart also b/c he realizes that his lover fell out of love with him.
…my handsome young man-she’s proud of her son, they have a special connection-mommas boy