O where ha you been, Lord Randall, my son?
And where ha you been, my handsome young man?

I ha been at the greenwood; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.

And wha met ye there, Lord Randall, my son?
And wha met ye there, my handsome young man?

I met wi my true-love; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.

And what did she give you, Lord Randall, my son?
And what did she give you, my handsome young man?

Eels fried in a pan; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.

And what gat your leavins, Lord Randall, my son?
And what gat your leavins, my handsome young man?

My hawks and my hounds; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.

And what becam of them, Lord Randall, my son?
And what becam of them, my handsome young man?

They stretched their legs out and died; mother mak my bed soon,
For I’m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.

O I fear you are poisoned, Lord Randall, my son!
I fear you are poisoned, my handsome young man!

O yes, I am poisoned; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m sick at the heart, and fain wad lie down.

What d’ye leave to your mother, Lord Randall, my son?
What d’ye leave to your mother, my handsome young man?

My gold and my silver; mother mak my bed soon,
For I’m sick at the heart, an I fain wad lie down.

What d’ye leave to your brother, Lord Randall, my son?
What d’ye leave to your brother, my handsome young man?

My houses and my lands; mother mak my bed soon,
For I’m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.

What d’ye leave to your true-love, Lord Randall, my son?
What d’ye leave to your true-love, my handsome young man?

I leave her hell and fire; mother mak my bed soon,
For I’m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.

All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!