SON DAVID

what's the blood on the point of your sword?
o son David, my son David
what's the blood on the point of your sword?
it's promise tell me true

that's the blood of my grey mare
o lady mother, my lady mother
that's the blood of my grey mare
she would not rule by me

your grey mare's blood was never so red
o son David...

that's the blood of my hawking hound
o lady mother...

your hawking hound's blood was never so clear
o son David...

that's the blood of my brother John
o lady mother...
he drew his sword to me

what did you fall out about
o son David, my son David
it was all about a little holly bush
that would never grow to a tree

I'll set my foot on a bottomless boat
o lady mother...
and sail upon the sea

when will you come back again?
o son David...

when the sun and moon meet in yonder glen
o lady mother...
and that will never be