What put the blood on your right shoulder?
Son, come tell it unto me
That is the blood of a hare mama
You may pardon me

The blood of a hare never ran so red
Son come tell it unto me
That is the blood of my youngest brother
You may pardon me

What came between you and your youngest brother?
Son come tell it unto me
It was all from the cutting of a hazel rod
That never will grow into a tree

What will you do when your Daddy finds out?
Son come tell it unto me
I will leave my foot down on a shipboard
And sail far across the sea

What will you do with your darling wife?
Son come tell it unto me
She will leave her foot down on a shipboard
And sail right after me

What will you do with your two fine children?
Son come tell it unto me
I'll give one to my mammy and the other to my daddy
To keep them company
What will you do with your house and your land? Son come tell it unto me
I will leave them there for the birds of the air
To mourn and sing for me