Edward

How came this blood on your shirt sleeve?
Oh, dear love, tell me
It is the the blood of the old greyhound
That chased that fox for me, me, me
That chased that fox for me
It does look too pale for the old greyhound
That chased that fox for thee, thee, thee
That chased that fox for thee
How came this blood on your shirt sleeve?
Oh, dear love, tell me
It is the blood of the old grey mare
That ploughed that field for me, me, me
That ploughed that field for me
It does look too pale for the old grey mare
That ploughed that field for thee, thee, thee
That ploughed that field for thee
How came this blood on your shirt sleeve?
Oh, dear love, tell me
It is the blood of my brother-in-law
Who fell about with me, me, me
Who fell about with me
And it's what did you fall out about?
Oh, dear love, tell me
About a little bit of bush
That never would have made a tree, tree, tree
That never would have made a tree
And it's what will you do now, my love?
Oh, dear love, tell me
I'll set my foot into yonder ship
And I'll sail across the sea, sea, sea
I'll sail across the sea
And it's when will I see you again?
Oh, dear love, tell me
When the moon sinks yonder over sycamore tree
And that will never be, be, be
And that will never be