How came this blood on your shirt sleeve?
Oh, dear love, tell me

It is the blood of the old grey horse
That plowed that field for me, me, me
That plowed that field for me

It does look too pale for the old grey horse
That plowed that field for thee, thee, thee
That plowed that field for thee

How came this blood on your shirt sleeve?
Oh, dear love, tell me

It is the blood of the old greyhound
That traced that fox for me, me, me
That traced that fox for me

It does look too pale for the old greyhound
That traced that fox for thee, thee, thee
That traced that fox for thee

How came this blood on your shirt sleeve?
Oh, dear love, tell me

It is the blood of my brother-in-law
That went away with me, me, me
That went away with me

And it's what did you fall out about?
Oh, dear love, tell me

About a little bit of bush
That soon would have made a tree, tree, tree
That soon would have made a tree

And it's what will you do now, my love?
Oh, dear love, tell me

I'll set my foot in yonder ship
And sail across the sea, sea, sea
And I'll sail across the sea

And it's when will you come back, my love?
Oh, dear love, tell me

When the sun sets into yonder sycamore
And that will never be, be, be
And that will never be