Classic Poem

" What bluid 's that on thy coat lap,
Son Davie, son Davie?
What bluid 's that on thy coat lap?
And the truth come tell to me."

" It is the bluid of my great hawk,
Mother lady, mother lady:
It is the bluid of my great hawk,
And the truth I have told to thee."

" Hawk's bluid was neer sae red,
Son Davie, son Davie:
Hawk's bluid was neer sae red,
And the truth come tell to me."

" It is the bluid of my greyhound,
Mother lady, mother lady:
It is the bluid of my greyhound,
And it wadna rin for me."

" Hound's bluid was neer sae red,
Son Davie, son Davie:
Hound's bluid was neer sae red,
And the truth come tell to me."

" It is the bluid o my brither John,
Mother lady, mother lady:
It is the bluid o my brither John,
And the truth I have told to thee."

" What about did the plea begin,
Son Davie, son Davie?"
" It began about the cutting of a willow wand
That would never been a tree."

" What death dost thou desire to die,
Son Davie, son Davie?
What death dost thou desire to die?
And the truth come tell to me."

" I 'll set my foot in a bottomless ship,
Mother lady, mother lady:
I 'll set my foot in a bottomless ship,
And ye 'll never see mair o me."

" What wilt thou leave to thy poor wife,
Son Davie, son Davie?"
" Grief and sorrow all her life,
And she 'll never see mair o me."

" What wilt thou leave to thy old son,
Son Davie, son Davie?"
" I 'll leave him the weary world to wander up and down,
And he 'll never get mair o me."

" What wilt thou leave to thy mother dear,
Son Davie, son Davie?"
" A fire o coals to burn her, wi hearty cheer,
And she 'll never get mair o me."