Edward

No: 13; variant: 13A

  1. ‘WHAT bluid’s that on thy coat lap, Son Davie, son Davie? What bluid’s that on thy coat lap? And the truth come tell to me.’
  2. ‘It is the bluid of my great hawk, Mother lady, mother lady: It is the bluid of my great hawk, And the truth I have told to thee.’
  3. ‘Hawk’s bluid was neer sae red, Son Davie, son Davie: Hawk’s bluid was neer sae red, And the truth come tell to me.’
  4. ‘It is the bluid of my greyhound, Mother lady, mother lady: It is the bluid of my greyhound, And it wadna rin for me.’
  5. ‘Hound’s bluid was neer sae red, Son Davie, son Davie: Hound’s bluid was neer sae red, And the truth come tell to me.’
  6. ‘It is the bluid o my brither John, Mother lady, mother lady: It is the bluid o my brither John, And the truth I have told to thee.’
  7. ‘What about did the plea begin, Son Davie, son Davie?’ ‘It began about the cutting of a willow wand That would never been a tree.’
  8. ‘What death dost thou desire to die, Son Davie, son Davie? What death dost thou desire to die? And the truth come tell to me.’
  9. ‘I’ll set my foot in a bottomless ship, Mother lady, mother lady: I’ll set my foot in a bottomless ship, And ye’ll never see mair o me.’
  10. ‘What wilt thou leave to thy poor wife, Son Davie, son Davie?’ ‘Grief and sorrow all her life, And she’ll never see mair o me.’
  11. ‘What wilt thou leave to thy old son, Son Davie, son Davie?’ ‘I’ll leave him the weary world to wander up and down, And he’ll never get mair o me.’
  12. ‘What wilt thou leave to thy mother dear, Son Davie, son Davie?’ ‘A fire o coals to burn her, wi hearty cheer, And she’ll never get mair o me.’