octoberseven

Where have you been? Where have you been? My son, my merry son.
On the seashore, o on the seashore. Mother, my darling one.
And what have you been doing there? My son, my merry son.
I have been watering my hourse. Mother, my darling one.

Why is there blood upon your feet? My son, my merry son.
My horse stamped with his iron shoe. Mother, my darling one.
Why is there blood upon you sword? My son, my merry son.
I have stabbed my brother to death. Mother, my darling one.

What of you now, where will you go? My son, my wretched son.
To other lands, to foreign lands. My knave, my darling one.
And when will you be returning hom? My son, my wretched son.
When all the world to judgment comes. My knave, my darling one.