Who Put The Blood

Where have you been all along summer's day?

Son, tell it unto me

A fishing and a fowling in the fields and in the forest

I am weary, Mother, let me be

I am weary, Mother, let me be

Who put the blood on your right shoulder?

Son, tell it unto me

It's the blood of a hare that I killed yesterday

I killed most manfully

I killed most manfully

The blood of a hare it would never be so red

Son, tell it unto me

It's the blood of a boy that I killed yesterday

I killed most manfully

I killed most manfully

What was between yourself and the boy?

Son, tell it unto me

It was mostly the cutting down of a rod

What will you do when your daddy finds out?

Son, tell it unto me

I will put my foot on board of a ship and sail away

Sail to a foreign country

And sail to a foreign country

What will you do with your lovely wedded wife?

Son, tell it unto me

She can put her foot onboard of a ship and follow me

Follow after me

Follow after me

What will you do with your two fine babes?

Son, tell it unto me

I'll give one to my father and the other to my mother

What will you do with your house and your lands?

Son, tell it unto me

I will lay them bare to the birds and the air

What will you do in the winter of your life?

Son, tell it unto me

Like a sally in the rock I will bend in the wind

And pray for the God's mercy

Oh, and pray for the God's mercy