The Brother-Slayer

Where have you been, where have you been
 my son, my merry son?
 On the seashore, on the seashore
 mother, my darling one.
 And what have you been doing there
 my son, my merry son?
 I have been watering my horse
 mother, my darling one.
 Why is there blood upon your feet
 my son, my merry son?
 My horse stamped with its iron shoe
 mother, my darling one.
 Why there is blood upon your sword
 my son, my merry son?
 I have stabbed my brother to death
 mother, my darling one.
 What now of you, where will you go
 my son, my wretched son?
 To other lands to foreign lands
 my dame, my darling one.
 When will you be returning home
 my son, my wretched son?
 When all the world to judgement comes
 my dame, my darling one.