Edward, Edward |
Thomas Percy, 1765, from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry
Scottish version
"Why does your brand sae drop wi' blude, Edward, Edward? Why does your brand sae drop wi' blude And why sae sad gang ye, O?" "O I hae killed my hawk sae gude, Mither, mither; O I hae killed my hawk sae gude, And I hae nae mair but he, O."
2. "Your hawk's blude was never sae red,
3. "Your steed was auld, and ye've plenty mair, | 4. "And whatten penance will ye dree for that, Edward, Edward? Whatten penance will ye dree for that? My dear son, now tell me, O." "I'll set my feet in yonder boat, Mither, mither; I'll set my feet in yonder boat, And I'll fare over the sea, O."
5. "And what will ye do wi' your tow'rs and your ha',
6. "And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife, |
7. "And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear, Edward, Edward? And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear, My dear son, now tell me, O?" "The curse of hell frae me sall ye bear, Mither, mither; The curse of hell frae me sall ye bear: Sic counsels ye gave to me, O!" |