Robert burns

Lord ronald

Robert burns
O where hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son?
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.
What got ye frae your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?
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.-
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