Lord Lantoun- old lady (RI) 1875 JAF Barry A
[My title. From: Traditional Ballads in New England II by Phillips Barry; The Journal of American Folklore, Vol. 18, No. 70 (Jul. - Sep., 1905), pp. 191-214. Barry published this same song the first time in 1903 but the name was changed slightly to "Lord Lantonn." Apparently Lantoun is the better name, which I've used as the title.
This is the additional information from 1903: This version was taken down for me by Miss Maud Stevens of Newport, R. I., from the recitation of a lady over eighty years of age, who learned it thirty years ago, from a nephew, since deceased. Where he got it, she did not know. It is interesting as being the only American version of this ballad in which the hero has preserved his title of "Lord."
R. Matteson 2014.]
A. [Lord Lantoun] Contributed by M. L. S., Newport, R. I., August, 1903, as taken down from the recitation of a lady over eighty years of age, who learned it about 1875, from a nephew, since deceased.
1. "Oh, where have ye been, Lord Lantoun, my son?
Oh, where have ye been, my handsome young man? "
"Out with the hounds, mother make the bed soon,
I'm weary with hunting, and fain would lie doon."
2. Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Lantoun, my son?
Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?"
"I dined with my leman, mother make the bed soon,
I'm weary with hunting, and fain would lie doon."
3. "What ate ye to dinner, Lord Lantoun, my son?
What ate ye to dinner, my handsome young man?"
"Eels, stewed in damsons, mother make the bed soon,
I 'm weary with hunting, and fain would lie doon."
4. "Oh, where are your hounds, Lord Lantoun, my son ?
Oh, where are your hounds, my handsome young man?"
"They swelled and they died, mother make the bed soon,
I'm weary with hunting, and fain would lie doon."
5. "I fear ye are poisoned, Lord Lantoun, my son
I fear ye are poisoned, my handsome young man!"
"Oh, yes, I am poisoned, mother make the bed soon,
I'm weary with hunting, and fain would lie doon."