Edward,

How come that blood on your shirt sleeve?
Pray son now tell to me
It is the blood of the old greyhound
That run young fox for me

It is too pale for the old greyhound
Pray son now tell to me
It is the blood of the old grey mare
That ploughed that corn for me

It is too pale for the old grey mare
Pray son now tell to me
It is the blood of my youngest brother
That hoed that corn for me

What did you fall out about
Pray son now tell to me
Because he cut yon holly bush
Which might have made a tree

Oh what will you tell your father dear
When he comes home from town
I’ll set my foot in yonder ship
And sail the ocean round

Oh what will you do with your sweet little wife
Pray son now tell to me
I’ll set her foot in yonder ship
To keep me company

Oh what will you do with your sweet little babes
Pray son now tell to me
I’ll leave them here in the care of you
For to keep you company

Oh what will you do with your house and land
Pray son now tell to me
I’ll leave it here in care of you
For to set my children free