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

He of all the girls he will not love
He thinks not of the future or the
lightning spikes the hills above the sea
Where Kasa's ship sets sail for where

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

His wife strikes her mouth a skull like sound
The bleeding image of her loss 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 his red haired son
Beneath the burning walls that he razed

His wife and he speak not as is brought
A cup that seethes like the black of wolves
His wife's dagger is hidden in her
He joyless to a dark sleep

The bangs the iron door
Lord Randall wakes, in pain
He shakes his in the beaten gloom
The of his wounds is hard as coal

The Jailer him out upon the blinding bright stair
He uneven turf beneath his feet
The intones, the sword falls on his neck
The pain is cold

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

Their feathers gray as mist on a cloudy
Foresters burn branches from the trees
The white sun to stone

His mother in her labor nine days long
She called on Saint Bridget in her
I looked out on the room of my
With hangings of many strange designs

Nobles stand with wine cups in the room
me and she the King's queen
Already, I am who I am
Already, I've who I've been

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