Lord Randall- Ewan MacColl/Miller (Scot) 1951 REC
[Also titled Lord Randall. From The Traditional Tunes of the Child Ballads, Volume 4: Bertrand Harris Bronson, from Henderson Hamlish recording at Scottish School of music by MacColl and his mother, Mrs. Miller, dated 1951. Another early recording (see Internet Archive) Lord Randall by Ewan MacColl (Jimmy Miller): https://archive.org/details/raretunes_223_lord-randall attributes the ballad to his father. MacColl's singing of Lord Randall is the very first track of the massive eight-record Riverside series of Child ballads, The English and Scottish Popular Ballads, first published in 1956.
Regardless of the attribute (source), the ballad constitutes an arrangement by MacColl, probably from several sources.
R. Matteson 2018]
Lord Randal
1. O whaur hae ye been, Lord Randal my son?
O whaur hae ye been, my bonnie young man?
I've been tae the wild wood, mither mak my bed sune
For I'm weary wi' huntin' and I fain would lie doun.
2. Whaur gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal my son?
Whaur gat ye your dinner, my bonnie young man?
O I dined wi' my true love, mither mak my bed sune
For I'm weary wi' huntin' and I fain would lie doun.
3. What gat ye for your dinner, Lord Randal my son?
What gat ye for your dinner, my bonnie young man?
I gat eels boiled in brew, mither mak my bed sune
For I'm weary wi' huntin' and I fain would lie doun.
4. What happened tae your bloodhounds, Lord Randal my son?
What happened tae your bloodhounds, my bonnie young man?
O they swalled and they died, mither mak my bed sune
For I'm weary wi' huntin' and I fain would lie doun.
5. I fear ye hae been poisoned, Lord Randal my son,
I fear ye hae been poisoned, my bonnie young man.
O I hae been poisoned, mither mak my bed sune
For I'm sick at the heart and I fain would lie doun.
6. What will ye leave yer brither, Lord Randal my son?
What will ye leave yer brither, my bonnie young man?
My horse and my saddle, mither mak my bed sune
For I'm weary wi' huntin' and I fain would lie doun.
7. What will ye leave yer sister, Lord Randal my son?
What will ye leave yer sister, my bonnie young man?
My gowd box and rings, mither mak my bed sune
For I'm weary wi' huntin' and I fain would lie doun.
8. And what will ye leave yer true love, Lord Randal my son?
And what will ye leave yer true love, my bonnie young man?
That [tow and] that halter, that halter, that hangs on yon tree,
And there let her hang for the poisonin o' me.