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 Weary mother, let me be 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 Oh I killed most manfully
What was between yourself and the boy? Son, tell it unto me 'Twas mostly the cutting down of a rod That never would come to a tree Oh it never would come to a tree
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 Sail to a foreign country
What will you do with your lovely wedded wife? Son, tell it unto me She can put her foot on board 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 To keep them company Oh to keep them company
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 There's no more welcome for me Oh there's no more welcome for me
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 gods' mercy Oh and pray for the gods' mercy...