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