Why does your sword so drip with blood,
edward, edward?
why does your sword so drip with blood?
and why so sad walk you, o?
o, i have killed my hawk so good,
mother, mother,
o, i have killed my hawk so good,
and i had none 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 you, o.
o, i have killed my red horse,
mother, mother,
o, i have killed my red horse,
that formerly was so fair and free, o.