1 'What bluid's that on thy coat lap, Son Davie, son Davie? What bluid's that on thy coat lap? And the truth come tell to me.' 2 'It is the bluid of my great hawk, Mother lady, mother lady: It is the bluid of my great hawk, And the truth I have told to thee.' 3 'Hawk's bluid was neer sae red, Son Davie, son Davie: Hawk's bluid was neer sae red, And the truth come tell to me.' 4 'It is the bluid of my greyhound, Mother lady, mother lady: It is the bluid of my greyhound, And it wadna rin for me.' 5 'Hound's bluid was neer sae red, Son Davie, son Davie: Hound's bluid was neer sae red, And the truth come tell to me.' 6 'It is the bluid o my brither John, Mother lady, mother lady: It is the bluid o my brither John, And the truth I have told to thee.' 7 'What about did the plea begin, Son Davie, son Davie?' 'It began about the cutting of a willow wand That would never been a tree.' 8 'What death dost thou desire to die, Son Davie, son Davie? What death dost thou desire to die? And the truth come tell to me.' 9 'I'll set my foot in a bottomless ship, Mother lady, mother lady: I'll set my foot in a bottomless ship, And ye'll never see mair o me.' 10 'What wilt thou leave to thy poor wife, Son Davie, son Davie?' 'Grief and sorrow all her life, And she'll never see mair o me.' 11 'What wilt thou leave to thy old son, Son Davie, son Davie?' 'I'll leave him the weary world to wander up and down, And he'll never get mair o me.' 12 'What wilt thou leave to thy mother dear, Son Davie, son Davie?' 'A fire o coals to burn her, wi hearty cheer, And she'll never get mair o me.' B Percy's Reliques, 1765, I, 53. Communicated by Sir David Dalrymple. 1 'Why dois your brand sae drap wi bluid, Edward, Edward, Why dois your brand sae drap wi bluid, And why sae sad gang yee O?' 'O I hae killed my hauke sae guid, Mither, mither, O I hae killed my hauke sae guid, And I had nae mair bot hee O.' 2 'Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, Edward, Edward, Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, My deir son I tell thee O.' 'O I hae killed my reid-roan steid, Mither, mither, O I hae killed my reid-roan steid, That erst was sae fair and frie O.' 3 'Your steid was auld, and ye hae gat mair, Edward, Edward, Your steid was auld, and ye hae gat mair, Sum other dule ye drie O.' 'O I hae killed my fadir deir, Mither, mither, O I hae killed my fadir deir, Alas, and wae is mee O!'