Poetry

Monday, 17 February 2025

Lord Randall

 I met Lord Randall out in the steel cold

He had a mind that did feel

And a leather hold

Slung around his neck

Like an albatross of gold

Oh I met Lord Randall out in the blue cold


Where have you wandered?

And what have you seen?

While you've been a sailor

On the sea of green

Oh I been a whaler

Around the Philippines

But I never saw your brother

No I never saw my mother

No I never saw my brother

Upon the sea of green


Oh how far have you sailed Lord Randall my son?

I've sailed across the ocean to the land of the rising sun

And I've done the gun running, I've been a hired gun

Just hold on to your hats while the whirlwind comes


There's a length of twisted flax

She has tied in her hair

Oh lord Randall have you seen

My lover, for was my bride out there?

But I lost her early for I had to sea fare

And it's a trouble, It's a trouble

For the double, march on the double

Have you ever seen my lover in a bubble out there?


I never saw your lover, only mirrors and shadows

Only smoke screens and ghosts in liminal scenes

Where it all was changing slowly like in a dream

But I never held another who was your lover

No I never held your lover on the sea of green


Lord Randall if you're lying

Then I'll kill you down dead

And you will be lying on your deathbed

But if you are Lord True and not Lord False to me

Then I'll still send home your letter in the arms of the sea

Yes, I'll write home your letter from the arms of the sea

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