Paroles Lord Ronald (traditional) de Michael Mclinn

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Textes et Paroles de Lord Ronald (traditional)





oh where have you been to
lord ronald my son
where have you been to
my handsome young man
i've been to the green woods
mother make my bed soon
i'm weary of hunting and fein would lie down

what had you for dinner
lord ronald my son
what had you for dinner
my handsome young man
i had eels boiled in broth
mother make my bed soon
i'm weary of hunting and fein would lie down

where did you find them
lord ronald my son
where did you find them
my hamdsome young man
in my father's black ditch
mother make my bed soon
i'm weary of hunting and fein would lie down

and what of your bloodhounds
lord ronald my son
what of your bloodhounds
my handsome young man
they swelled and then died
mother make my bed soon
i'm weary of hunting and fein would lie down

i fear that you're poisoned
lord ronald my son
i fear you are poisoned
my handsome young man
oh yes i am poisoned
mother make my bed soon
i'm sick to the heart and fein would lie down

what do your leave to your brother
lord ronald my son
what to your brother
my handsome young man
my gold watch and chain
mother make my bed soon
i'm weary of hunting and fein would lie down

what do you leave to your father
lord ronald my son
what to your father
my handsome young man
my home and my lands
mother make my bed soon
i'm weary of hunting and fein would lie down

what do you leave to your sweetheart
lord ronald my son
what to your sweetheart
my handsome young man
the highest rope
on the high gallow tree
i'll leave her just hanging
for the poisoning of me


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