Who Put The Blood

Where have you been all along summer's day?
 Son, tell it unto me
 A-fishing and a-fowling in the fields and in the forest
 Weary mother, let me be
 Weary mother, let me be
 Who put the blood on your right shoulder?
 Son, tell it unto me
 It's the blood of a hare that I killed yesterday
 I killed most manfully
 I killed most manfully
 The blood of a hare, it would never be so red
 Son, tell it unto me
 It's the blood of a boy that I killed yesterday
 I killed most manfully
 Oh I killed most manfully
 What was between yourself and the boy?
 Son, tell it unto me
 'Twas mostly the cutting down of a rod
 That never would come to a tree
 Oh it never would come to a tree
 What will you do when your daddy finds out?
 Son, tell it unto me
 I will put my foot on board of a ship and sail away
 Sail to a foreign country
 Sail to a foreign country
 What will you do with your lovely wedded wife?
 Son, tell it unto me
 She can put her foot on board of a ship and follow me
 Follow after me
 Follow after me
 What will you do with your two fine babes?
 Son, tell it unto me
 I'll give one to my father and the other to my mother
 To keep them company
 Oh to keep them company
 What will you do with your house and your lands?
 Son, tell it unto me
 I will lay them bare to the birds and the air
 There's no more welcome for me
 Oh there's no more welcome for me
 What will you do in the winter of your life?
 Son, tell it unto me
 Like a sally in the rock, I will bend in the wind
 And pray for the gods' mercy
 Oh and pray for the gods' mercy...
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