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

He thinks of all the girls he not love
He thinks not of the or the past
Blue lightning spikes the hills the sea
Kasa's ship sets sail for other where

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

His wife her mouth with a skull like sound
The image of her loss revolves above her mind
With every in its design and accusing eye
That pierces soul

The slaves row on beneath the flag
His recoils recall his red haired son
Beneath the walls that he razed down

His wife and he speak not as wine is
A cup that seethes like the blood of wolves
His wife's is hidden in her dress
He drinks joyless to a sleep

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

The Jailer leads him out upon the blinding bright
He feels uneven beneath his feet
The priest intones, the sword on his neck
The pain is boiling

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

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

His mother lies in her labor days long
She on Saint Bridget in her time
I looked out on the of my birth
With rich of many strange designs

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

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