What Put The Blood? Paddy Tunney, on O'er his grave the grass grew green, Tragic Ballads, The Voice of the People vol.3, Topic TSCD 653; song recorded 1975 Where have you been the whole day long? Son, come tell it unto me I was fishing and fowling the whole day long All through mother's treachery All through mother's treachery What put the blood on your right shoulder? Son, come tell it unto me 'T was the killing of a hare that I killed today That I killed right manfully That I killed right manfully The blood of the old hare it could never be so red Son, come tell it unto me 'T was the killing of a boy that I killed today That I killed most manfully That I killed most manfully What came between yourself and the boy? Son, come tell it unto me It was mostly the cutting of a rod That would never come a tree That would never come a tree What are you going to do when your daddy finds you out? Son, come tell it unto me I will put my foot on board of a ship And sail to a foreign country And sail to a foreign country What are you going to do with your lovely young wife? Son, come tell it unto me She can put her foot on board of a ship And sail e'er after me And sail e'er after me What are you going to do with your two fine young babes? Son, come tell it unto me I'll give one to my father and the other to my mother For to bear them company For to bear them company What are you going to do with your two fine racehorses? Son, come tell it unto me I will take the bridles off their necks For they'll run no more for me They'll run no more for me What are you going to do with your two fine greyhounds? Son, come tell it unto me I will take the leads all off their necks For they'll run no more for me They'll race no more for me What are you going to do with your houses and your lands? Son, come tell it unto me I will lay them bare to the birds of the air For there's no more welcome there for me There's no more welcome there for me What Put The Blood? Mary Delaney, on It fell on a day, a bonny sumer day, Ballads, The Voice of the People vol.17, Topic TSCD 667; ballad recorded 1977 Where have you been all the long summer's day? Son, come tell it unto me I was a-hunting and fowling the whole day long And it's, Mama, pardon me, oh, me And it's, Mama, pardon me What put the blood upon your right shoulder? Son, come tell it unto me It's the blood of a hare I killed today That I killed so manfully, oh ee That I killed so manfully The blood of a hare then it cannot be so red Son, come tell it unto me That's the blood of my youngest brother That I killed so manfully, oh ee That I killed so manfully What came between you and your youngest brother? Son, come tell it unto me It is all all about the pulling of a stick Ah, that never grew a tree, a tree Oh, that never grew a tree What will you do when your daddy will come home? Son, come and tell it unto me I will put my foot on board of the ship And I'll sail to a foreign country, ee oh ee And I'll sail to a foreign country What will you do with your own lovely wife? Son, come tell it unto me She will put her foot on board of the ship And she'll sail all along with me, with me And she'll sail all along with me What will you do with your two lovely children? Son, come and tell it unto me I'll leave one to my mummy and the other to my daddy For to keep them company, oh ee For to keep them company What will you do with your two greyhounds? Son, come and tell it unto me I will take the straps from around their neck And they'll hunt no more for me, for me And they'll hunt no more for me What will you do with your two race horses? Son, come and tell it unto me I will take those halters off their head And they'll race no more for me, for me And they'll race no more for me What will you do with your fine big house? Son, come and tell it unto me I will leave it there to the birds in the air And there be no more welcome for me, for me And there be no more welcome for me What Put The Blood John Reilly, in Jacko Reilly, Irish Tinker Ballads, Folktrax; recordings made by the Irish folk-collector Tom Munnelly, near Boyle, Co. Roscommon, 1967 The Christy Moore Songbook, edited by Frank Connolly, introduction by Donald Lunny, Brandon 1984 – What Put The Blood? (John Reilly's version) Singing – What put the blood on your right shoulder? And, son, come tell it unto me, to me And, son, come tell it unto me Saying – That is the blood af a hare, Mama Says, Mam', O pardon me I says – Mam', O pardon me Saying – That is the blood of your youngest brother And, son, come tell it unto me, to me And, son, come tell it unto me Well, it's all from the cutting of a hazel rod That never will grow a tree, a tree That never will grow a tree What are you want to do with your two grand children? Son, come tell it unto me, to me And, son, come tell it unto me I'll give one to me daddy and the other to me mammy And they'll keep them company And they'll keep them company What will you do with your house and land? Son, come tell it unto me, to me I will leave it here for the birds of the air For to sing and mourn for me, for me For to sing and mourn for me What will you do with your greyhounds? And, son, come tell it unto me, to me And, son, come tell it unto me I will take the straps off their two necks And they'll race no more for me, for me And they'll race no more for me What will you do with your two racehorses? And, son, come tell it unto me, to me And, son, come tell it unto me I will take the bridles off their heads And they'll race no more for me, for me And they'll race no more for me What will you do with your darling wife? Son, come tell it unto me, to me O, son, come tell it unto me She will leave her foot upon a ship board And she'll sail all along with me
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