How come that blood on your shirtsleeve
Oh dear love, tell me, me, me
It is the blood of my litte greyhound
That traced the fox for me, me
That traced the fox for me
That greyhound's blood is ne'er so red
Oh dear love, tell me, me, me
That is the blood of the old grey mare
That ploughed the fields for thee, thee
That ploughed the fields for thee
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Now that grey mare's blood is ne'er so red
Oh dear love, tell me, me, me
That is the blood of my brother dear
Who never more will be, be
Who never more will be
Oh what did you fall out about
Oh dear love tell me, me, me
He cut it down, a hazelnut bush
That would have been a tree, tree
That would have been a tree
And what will do you when your dad comes home
Oh dear love tell me, me, me
I'll set my foot on yonder ship
And sail across the sea, sea
And sail across the sea
And what'll you do with your three little babaes
Oh dear love, tell me, me, me
I'll leave them care of my house and land
For to set them free, free
To set my children free
And when will you come home again
Oh dear love, tell me, me, me
When the sun and moon set in the north field
That'll never be, be
That'll never be
How come that blood on your shirtsleeve
Oh dear love, tell me
It is the blood of my little greyhound
That traced the fox for me
That traced the fox for me