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breaking news; operation: saving dignity

meet the wolf of the contest: mel/jungdaehyuns

final score count:

5649 with 6 gfx (sarah)

3817 with 8 gfx (lynna)

2337 with 4 gfx (steph)

1076 with 3 gfx (mel)

we await your exo: wolf cover, mel! fighting!!

we also agreed that first place gets to choose one of us to change our url to something of their liking for 24 hours so....

#operation: saving dignity #WE SURVIVED IT #HIGH 3

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Please read this entry in Wikipedia about Ballads. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballad

Lord Randal from http://www.pteratunes.org.uk/Music/Music/Lyrics/LordRandal.html

One of the oldest traditional ballads in the English language. It is though that Lord Randal might be Randolph, 6th Earl of Chester who died in 1232. He was poisoned by his wife. Langland's "Vision of Piers the Ploughman" has a reference which may be to this ballad when a character says "I ken rymes of Robin Hode and Randolf Earl of Chester". The ballad is known all over Britain and in North America, sometimes under different titles. On variant in England is "Henry my son", but the form is always of a young man who has been poisoned bequeathing his goods to his relatives, but to his "true-love" the means for retribution. There are various tunes and the one here is from England.

"O where ha you been, Lord Randal, 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." "An wha met ye there, Lord Randal, my son? An wha met you there, my handsome young man?" "O 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 Randal, 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 wha gat your leavins, Lord Randal, my son? And wha 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 Randal, 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 huntin, and fain wad lie down." "O I fear you are poisoned, Lord Randal, 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 I fain wad lie down." "What d'ye leave to your mother, Lord Randal, my son? What d'ye leave to your mother, my handsome young man?" "Four and twenty milk kye; mother, mak my bed soon, For I'm sick at heart, and I fain wad lie down" "What d'ye leave to your sister, Lord Randal, my son? What d'ye leave to your sister, my handsome young man?" "My gold and my silver; ; mother, mak my bed soon, For I'm sick at heart, and I fain wad lie down" "What d'ye leave to your brother, Lord Randal, 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 heart, and I fain wad lie down" "What d'ye leave to your true-love, Lord Randal 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 heart, and I fain wad lie down"

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