LaRue, Custer, with the Baltimore Consort - Edward | Текст песни

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- What has came this blood on your shirtsleeve, o, dear love, tell me?
- This is the blood of the old grey horse, that ploughed the field for me.
- It does look too pale for the old grey horse, that ploughed the field for you.
What has came this blood on your shirtsleeve, o, dear love, tell me?
- This is the blood of the old grey hound, that traced the fox for me.
- It does look too pale for the old grey hound, that traced the fox for you.
What has came this blood on your shirtsleeve, o, dear love, tell me?
- This is the blood of my brother-in-law, that went away with me.
- And it's what did you fall out about, o, dear love, tell me?
- About a little bit of bush, that soon would have made a tree.
- And it's what will you do now, my love? O dear love, tell me.
- I'll set my foot in yonder ship and I'll sail across the sea.
- And it's when will you come back, my love? O dear love, tell me.
- When the sun sets into yonder sycamore tree, and that will never be.


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