LORD SCALES
Lord Randal lay in low prison,
He looked against the wa';
Gin the big wa' stanes were linen bands,
I'd win weel through them a'.
He looked against the wa';
Gin the big wa' stanes were linen bands,
I'd win weel through them a'.
Lord Randal sat by a low lattice,
He looked against the sea;
Gin the foul bed straws were bonny ships,
I wot weel wad I be.
He looked against the sea;
Gin the foul bed straws were bonny ships,
I wot weel wad I be.
Lord Randal stood by a strang window
He looked against his hand;
Gin my twa wrist chains were hempen threads,
I'd win weel to the sand.
He looked against his hand;
Gin my twa wrist chains were hempen threads,
I'd win weel to the sand.
Ye'll take the rings frae my fingers,
The silken knot frae my hair:
Ye'll gie them to the bonny knight
That cries on me sae sair.
The silken knot frae my hair:
Ye'll gie them to the bonny knight
That cries on me sae sair.
Ye'll take the gowd bands frae my back,
The covers frae my bed:
Ye'll gie them to the Lord Randal,
To put beneath his head.
The covers frae my bed:
Ye'll gie them to the Lord Randal,
To put beneath his head.
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