Edward, Edward |
Thomas Percy, 1765, from Reliques of Ancient English Poetry
English 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?
2. O, I hae kill'd my hawk sae gude,
3. Your hawk's blude was never sae red,
4. O, I hae kill'd my red-roan steed,
5. Your steed was auld, and ye hae got mair,
6. O, I hae slain my father dear,
7. And whatten pennance will ye dree for that, | 8. I'll set my feet upon a boat, Mither, mither; I'll set my feet upon a boat, And I'll gang over the sea, O!
9. And what will you do with your towers and your hall,
10. I'll let them stand till they down fall,
11. And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife,
12. The warld's room, let them beg through life,
13. And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear,
14. The curse of hell from me sall ye bear, |