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How come that blood all over your shirt? |
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My son come tellin' to me |
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It is the blood of my gullin' gray hawk who flies across the field |
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Got a gray hawk's blood and was never so red |
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My son come tellin' to me |
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It is the blood of my gullin' greyhound who hunts the woods with me |
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Got a greyhound's blood and was never so red |
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My son come tellin' to me |
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It is the blood of my gullin' gray mare I used to ride so gay |
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Got a gray mare's blood and was never so red |
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My son come tellin' to me |
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It is the blood of my own dear brother who lately I have slain |
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What did you and him fall out about? |
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My son come tellin' to me |
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I cut him down young hazelnut tree caused the ford to be |
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And what you gonna do when your daddy finds out? |
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My son come tellin' to me |
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I'll set my foot in yonder ship and I'll sail across the sea |
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What you gonna do with your pretty little wife? |
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My son come tellin' to me |
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Just set her foot in yonder ship and she'll sail along with me |
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And what you gonna do with the children free? |
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My son come tellin' to me |
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I'll leave them here along with you to bear you company |
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I'll leave them here along with you to bear you company |
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And when you coming home? |
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My son come tellin' to me |
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When the sun and the moon shine in the north hills and that will never be |
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When the sun and the moon shine in the north hills and that will never be |
