"Oh where ha'e ye been, Lord Randall, my son!
And where ha'e ye been, my handsome young man!"
"I ha'e been to the wild wood: mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."
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.........truly he was poisoned, his speech is slurred and he wished to lay on his bed and die soon.... .an amazing poem....