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- "Oh where ha'e ye been, Lord Randall my son? O 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 weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."
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‘Lord Randall’ by Anonymous depicts a mother and son’s conversation in regard to what he did that day and ate for dinner. Through the lines of the poem, which are quite repetitive and circular, the mother asks her son questions, and he replies simply, mostly saying the same thing over and over again.
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Fred Jordan of Ludlow, Shropshire also sang "Henry, My Son" to Mike Yates in 1964 [12] and Gwilym Davies in 1994. [13] Louisa Hooper of Somerset, England (sister of the traditional singer Lucy White) was recorded singing a version entitled "Lord Rendal" by the BBC and Douglas Cleverdon in 1942. [14]
'What d' ye leave to your sister, Lord Randal, my son? What d' ye leave to your sister, my handsome young man?' 'My gold and my silver; mother, mak my bed soon,
It would seem that Lord Randal’s final response is a forgone conclusion, but for his mother, whose curiosity is not only insatiable but cruel, her son’s utter disenchantment is perverse proof that her rival for his affections has been unseated once and for all.
Young Lord Randall, like many a young lad, isn't exactly the most forthcoming son. His mother has to coax his story out of him one question at a time (to which his answers are anything but clear)....
May 13, 2011 · An analysis of the Lord Randall poem by Anonymous Americas including schema, poetic form, metre, stanzas and plenty more comprehensive statistics.
"An wha met ye there, Lord Randall, my son? An wha met you there, my handsome young man? " "I dined wi my true-love; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie...
