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.
