Classic Poem

O what 's the blood 'at 's on your sword,
My son David, ho son David?
What 's that blood 'at 's on your sword?
Come promise, tell me true.

O that 's the blood of my grey meir,
Hey lady mother, ho lady mother;
That 's the blood of my grey meir,
Because it wadnae rule by me.

O that blood it is owre clear,
My son David, ho son David,
That blood it is owre clear;
Come promise, tell me true.

O that 's the blood of my grey hound,
Hey lady mother, ho lady mother;
That 's the blood of my grey hound,
Because it wadnae rule by me.

O that blood it is owre clear,
My son David, ho son David,
That blood it is owre clear;
Come promise, tell me true.

O that 's the blood of my huntin' hawk,
Hey lady mother, ho lady mother;
That 's the blood of my huntin' hawk,
Because it wadnae rule by me.

O that blood it is owre clear,
My son David, ho son David,
That blood it is owre clear;
Come promise, tell me true.

For that 's the blood of my brother John,
Hey lady mother, ho lady mother;
That 's the blood of my brother John,
Because it wadnae rule by me:

O I'm gaun awa' in a bottomless boat,
In a bottomless boat, in a bottomless boat,
For I'm gaun awa' in a bottomless boat,
An' I'll never return again.

O whan will you come back again,
My son David, ho son David?
Whan will you come back again?
Come promise, tell me true.

When the sun an' the moon meet in yon glen,
Hey lady mother, ho lady mother;
Whan the sun an' the moon meet in yon glen,
'Fore I'll return again.