There in the hedgerows
Blackberries, delicious on their own or made into blackberry and apple crumble, pie, or blackberry jelly. An autumn treat, absolutely FREE !! This is one hedgerow berry you can safely eat without coming to a nasty end ... always best to be sure.
'Oh where have you been to Randal my son?
Oh where have you been to my pretty one?
I've been to my sweetheart, Oh make my bed soon
I'm sick to my heart and fain would lie down.
And what did she give you Randal my son?
And what did she give you my pretty one?
She gave me some eels, Oh make my bed soon
I'm sick to my heart and fain would lie down.
And where did she get them Randal my son?
And where did she get them my pretty one?
From hedges and ditches, Oh make my bed soon
I'm sick to my heart and fain would lie down.
Oh that was strong poison Randal my son
Oh that was strong poison, my pretty one
You'll die, you'll die Randal my son.
You'll die, you'll die, my own pretty one.'
A modern version of a 13th Century English ballad (from "The Child Ballads: 12. Lord Rendal")
Thanks as always for any faves, comments or invites - I so appreciate your friendship and support.
~ Painted in Topaz Impression 2 plus one of my own textures ~
There in the hedgerows
Blackberries, delicious on their own or made into blackberry and apple crumble, pie, or blackberry jelly. An autumn treat, absolutely FREE !! This is one hedgerow berry you can safely eat without coming to a nasty end ... always best to be sure.
'Oh where have you been to Randal my son?
Oh where have you been to my pretty one?
I've been to my sweetheart, Oh make my bed soon
I'm sick to my heart and fain would lie down.
And what did she give you Randal my son?
And what did she give you my pretty one?
She gave me some eels, Oh make my bed soon
I'm sick to my heart and fain would lie down.
And where did she get them Randal my son?
And where did she get them my pretty one?
From hedges and ditches, Oh make my bed soon
I'm sick to my heart and fain would lie down.
Oh that was strong poison Randal my son
Oh that was strong poison, my pretty one
You'll die, you'll die Randal my son.
You'll die, you'll die, my own pretty one.'
A modern version of a 13th Century English ballad (from "The Child Ballads: 12. Lord Rendal")
Thanks as always for any faves, comments or invites - I so appreciate your friendship and support.
~ Painted in Topaz Impression 2 plus one of my own textures ~