Edward
Edward, Edward!
"Why does your sword so drip with blood, Edward, Edward?
Why does your sword so drip with blood,
And why so sad are ye. O?"
"O I have killed my hawk so good, Mother mother,
O I have killed my hawk so good
And I had no more but he, O".
"Your hawk's blood was never so red. Edward. Edward.
Your hawk's blood was never so red,
My dear son, I tell thee, O".
"O I have killed my red-roan steed'.
That was so fair and free, O".
<Your steed was old and your stable's filled, Edward, Edward.,
Your steed was old and your stable's filled,
Now say what may it be, O"
<<It was my father that I killed. Mother mother.
It was my father that I killed,
Alas. and woe is me, O>
"What penance will ye do for that.
My dear son, now tell me, 0?"
"I'll set my feet in yonder boat, Mother mother,
I'll set my feet in yonder boat,
And I'll fare over the sea, O".
"What will ye do with your towers and hall, Edward, Edward?
What will ye do with your towers and hall,
That are so fair to see, O?"
"I'll let them stand till down they fall,
For here nevermore may I be, O".
"What will ye leave to your babes and your wife, Edward, Edward?
What will ye leave to your babes and your wife,
When ye go over the sea, 0?"
"The world's room — let them beg through life, Mother mother,
The world's room — let them beg through life,
For them nevermore will I see, O".
"And what will ye leave to your own mother dear, Edward, Edward?
And what will ye leave to your own mother dear,
My dear son, now tell me, O?"
"The curse of Hell from me shall ye bear, Mother mother,
The curse of Hell from me shall ye bear;
Such counsel ye gave to me, O!"
medieval ballad - anonymous