Sorry, an extra-line in my previous post. R

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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

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