Paul

Here's Paddy Doran's version from The Stone Fiddle. I'll get the Paddy Tunney versions from the records in the next few days.

Mick

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X:1
T:Edward
B:The Stone Fiddle - Paddy Tunney
S:Paddy Doran
L:1/8
M:4/4
K:Gdor
G2 G>F (G>A) B>G|(A>F) D>E F4|
w:Where have you been_ all the whole_ af-ter-noon
d3 d c<A F>A|c6
w:Son come tell it un-to me
Bc|d2 d>d c2 dd|G (G/A/G/F/) (D>C)
w:I've been fish-in' and fowl-in' the whole day___ long_
DF|G2 G2 F2 c2|(B2- B/c/B/G/ A2)
w:All through moth-er's treach-er-ie_____
B>A|G2 (G>F) (DC)(DF)|G6 z2|]
w:All through moth-er's_ treach_er_ie



  EDWARD

  "Where have you been all the whole afternoon?
    son come tell it unto me."
  "I've been fishin' and fowlin' the whole day long,
    all through mother's treacherie,
    all through mother's treacherie."
  
  "What put the blood on your right shoulder?
    son come tell it unto me."
  "Twas the killing of a hare that I killed today,
    that I killed most manfulliee,
    that I killed most manfulliee."
  
  "The blood of the hare it could never be so red,
    son come tell it unto me."
  "Twas the killing of a boy that I killed today,
    that I killed most manfulliee,
    that I killed most manfulliee."
  
  "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, 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 far-off countriee,
    and sail to a far-off counteriee."
  
  "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 there after me-e,
    and sail there 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 companie-e,
    for to keep them companie."
  
  "What are you going to do with your two fine race-horses?
    son come tell it unto me."
  "I will take the bridles off their heads,
    for they'll race no more for me-e,
    for they'll race 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-e
    they'll run 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-e,
    for there's no more welcome there for me."
  
  "What will you do in the winter of your life?
    son come tell it unto me."
  "Like a saggin on the lough I'll bend with the wind
    and I'll hope for God's mercie-e,
    and I'll hope for God's mercie."
  

Source: In Paddy Tunney - The Stone Fiddle, from Paddy Doran