| Where have you been all along summer’s day
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| Son tell it unto me
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| A fishing and a fowling in the fields and in the forest
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| |: I am weary mother let me be :|
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| Who put the blood on your right shoulder
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| Son tell it unto me
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| ‘Its the blood of a hare that I killed yesterday
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| |: I killed most manfully :|
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| The blood of a hare it would never be so red
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| Son tell it unto me
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| It’s the blood of a boy that I killed yesterday
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| |: I killed most manfully :|
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| What was between yourself and the boy
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| Son tell it unto me
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| It was mostly the cutting down of a rod
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| |: That never would come to a tree :|
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| What will you do when your daddy finds out
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| Son tell it unto me
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| I will put my foot on board of a ship and sail away
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| Sail to a foreign country
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| And sail to a foreign country
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| What will you do with your lovely wedded wife
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| Son tell it unto me
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| She can put her foot onboard of a ship and follow me
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| |: Follow after me :|
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| What will you do with your two fine babes
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| Son tell it unto me
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| I’ll give one to my father and the other to my mother
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| |: To keep them company :|
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| What will you do with your house and your lands
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| Son tell it unto me
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| I will lay them bare to the birds and the air
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| |: There’s no more welcome for me :|
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| What will you do in the Winter of your life
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| Son tell it unto me
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| Like a sally in the rock I will bend in the wind
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| And pray for the Gods mercy
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| Oh and pray for the Gods mercy |