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Deep in the hollow jail, Lord Randall
The mixed voices speak of bread and of that were
and blue are at his head
His heart like a cat drowns in a

He thinks of all the girls he will not
He thinks not of the or the past
Blue spikes the hills above the sea
Where ship sets sail for other where

There stands the chief with gold on his
Two fingers each link of coiled ore
Speaks to his white wife, she answers not
He hurls his question to the gulls

His wife strikes her mouth with a skull sound
The bleeding of her loss revolves above her mind
With line in its design and accusing eye
pierces Kasa's soul

The row on beneath the dragon flag
His heart recoils recall his red son
Beneath the burning walls he razed down

His and he speak not as wine is brought
A cup seethes like the black blood of wolves
His wife's dagger is in her dress
He drinks joyless to a dark

The Jailer bangs the iron
Lord Randall wakes, wakes in
He his shackles in the beaten gloom
The blood of his wounds is as coal

The Jailer leads him out upon the blinding stair
He feels uneven beneath his feet
The priest intones, the falls on his neck
The pain is cold

lay him in the tomb at the break of day
They close the earthen door his clay
The are plucking worms from the ground

Their feathers gray as on a cloudy morn
Foresters branches from the sleeping trees
The white sun turns to

His lies in her labor nine days long
She on Saint Bridget in her time
I looked out on the room of my
With hangings rich of many strange

Nobles with their wine cups in the room
Saluting me and she the queen
Already, I am who I am
Already, I've forgotten who I've

My mother lifts me up to her huge breast
Her nipple like a both hard and brown
Her look on me like waves of the sea
And with lips the yellow milk I draw