Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?"
"—O I dined with my sweetheart, Mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm sick to the heart and I fain wad lie down."
"Oh that was strong poison, Lord Rendal, my son,
O that was strong poison, my handsome young man,"
"—O yes, I am poisoned, Mother; make my bed soon,
For I'm sick to the heart, and I fain wad lie down."
Old Ballad