Edward     Pat Fry


....blood is that on your knife
My youngest son come tell this to me
It is the blood of my old horse
Who's plowed the fields for me me me
"     "     "     "    "    me
It is too red for ye old horse's blood
My youngest son come tell this to me
It is the blood of my old dog
Who's run the deer for me me me
"     "     "    "   "  
It is too red for ye old dog's blood
My youngest son come tell this to me
It is the blood of my little brother
Who's walked the roads with me me me
"     "     "     "    "   me
What did you and your little brother fallout about?
My youngest son come tell this to me
For cutting down my haze nut bush
Which might ah made a tree, tree, tree
"     "     ah   "   "  tree
What will you do when your father finds it out
My youngest son come tell this to me
I'll step my foot in yonders boat
And sail across the sea sea sea
"    "      "    "   sea
When will you ever return back
My youngest son come tell this to me