| How come that blood all over your shirt?
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| My son come tellin' to me
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| It is the blood of my gullin' gray hawk who flies across the field
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| Got a gray hawk’s blood and was never so red
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| My son come tellin' to me
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| It is the blood of my gullin' greyhound who hunts the woods with me
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| Got a greyhound’s blood and was never so red
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| My son come tellin' to me
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| It is the blood of my gullin' gray mare I used to ride so gay
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| Got a gray mare’s blood and was never so red
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| My son come tellin' to me
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| It is the blood of my own dear brother who lately I have slain
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| What did you and him fall out about?
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| My son come tellin' to me
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| I cut him down young hazelnut tree caused the ford to be
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| And what you gonna do when your daddy finds out?
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| My son come tellin' to me
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| I’ll set my fat in the undership and I’ll sail across the sea
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| What you gonna do with your pretty little wife?
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| My son come tellin' to me
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| Just set her foot in the undership and she’ll sail along with me
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| And what you gonna do with the children free?
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| My son come tellin' to me
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| I’ll leave them here along with you to bare you company
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| I’ll leave them here along with you to bare you company
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| And when you coming home?
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| My son come tellin' to me
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| When the sun and the moon shine in the north hills and that will never be
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| When the sun and the moon shine in the north hills and that will never be |