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Edward Songtext
How came that blood on your shirt sleeve?
Oh, dear love, tell me
Well, it is the blood of the old gray mare
That plowed the fields for me, me, me
That plowed the fields for me
It does look too pale for the old gray mare
That plowed the fields for thee, thee, thee
That plowed the fields for thee
How came that blood on your shirt sleeve?
Oh, dear love, tell me
Oh, it is the blood of the old gray hound
That chased the fox for me, me, me
That chased the fox for me
It does look too pale for the old gray hound
That chased the fox for thee, thee, thee
That chased the fox for thee
How came that blood on your shirt sleeve?
Oh, dear love, tell me
Oh, it is the blood of my brother-in-law
That went away with me, me, me
That went away with me
And it′s what will you do now, my love?
Oh, dear love, tell me
I'll set my foot on yonder ship
And I′ll sail across the sea, sea, sea
Sail across the sea
And it's when will you be back, my love?
Oh, dear love, tell me
When the moon sinks yonder in the sycamore tree
And that will never be, be, be
And that will never be
Oh, dear love, tell me
Well, it is the blood of the old gray mare
That plowed the fields for me, me, me
That plowed the fields for me
It does look too pale for the old gray mare
That plowed the fields for thee, thee, thee
That plowed the fields for thee
How came that blood on your shirt sleeve?
Oh, dear love, tell me
Oh, it is the blood of the old gray hound
That chased the fox for me, me, me
That chased the fox for me
It does look too pale for the old gray hound
That chased the fox for thee, thee, thee
That chased the fox for thee
How came that blood on your shirt sleeve?
Oh, dear love, tell me
Oh, it is the blood of my brother-in-law
That went away with me, me, me
That went away with me
And it′s what will you do now, my love?
Oh, dear love, tell me
I'll set my foot on yonder ship
And I′ll sail across the sea, sea, sea
Sail across the sea
And it's when will you be back, my love?
Oh, dear love, tell me
When the moon sinks yonder in the sycamore tree
And that will never be, be, be
And that will never be
Writer(s): Traditional, Martin Carthy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

