Lord Ronald |
Robert Burns
|: 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. | 2. |: 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.- |