SON DAVIE, SON DAVIE.
From the recitation of an old woman. Motherwell's Minstrelsy, 339.
"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 O."
"It is the bluid of my great hawk,5
Mother lady! mother lady!
It is the bluid of my great hawk,
And the truth I hae tald to thee O."
"Hawk's bluid was ne'er sae red,
Son Davie! son Davie!10
Hawk's bluid was ne'er sae red,
And the truth come tell to me O."
"It is the bluid o' my grey hound,
Mother lady! mother lady!
It is the bluid of my grey hound,15
And it wudna rin for me O."
"Hound's bluid was ne'er sae red,
Son Davie! son Davie!
Hound's bluid was ne'er sae red,
And the truth come tell to me O."20