Sunday Morning Music

This is for the wife of one of my loyal readers.  You know who you are.  Enjoy.

From YouTube:

Edward is an old Scottish folk song, this is a new recording (1998 or 1999). This version is by Old Blind Dogs, who are a traditional Scottish folk band who've been around since the 1990 or so. The singer has a very thick Scottish accent, so it may be hard to understand him but it is a superb song!

Here's the lyrics (courtesy of NimrodElTzane)

Old Blind Dogs - Edward

Why does your brand sae drap wi' bluid
Young Edward, oh young Edward?
Why does your brand sae drap wi' bluid
And why sae sad gang ye O?
Why does your brand sae drap wi' bluid
Young Edward, oh young Edward?
Why does your brand sae drap wi' bluid
And why sae sad gang ye O?

I hae killed my hawk sae guid
My dear mither, my dear mither
I hae killed my hawk sae guid
And I had nae mair but he O
I hae killed my hawk sae guid
My dear mither, my dear mither
I hae killed my hawk sae guid
And I had nae mair but he O

Your hawkis bluid was nevir sae reid
Young Edward, oh young Edward
Your hawkis bluid was nevir sae reid
Sum other dule ye drie O
Your hawkis bluid was nevir sae reid
Young Edward, oh young Edward
Your hawkis bluid was nevir sae reid
Sum other dule ye drie O

I hae killed my reid-roan steed
My dear mither, my dear mither
I hae killed my reid-roan steed
That was erst sae fair and free O
I hae killed my reid-roan steed
My dear mither, my dear mither
I hae killed my reid-roan steed
And I had nae mair but he O

Your steed was auld, and ye hae gat mair
Young Edward, oh young Edward
Your steed was auld, and ye hae gat mair
Sum other dule ye drie O
Your steed was auld, and ye hae gat mair
Young Edward, oh young Edward
Your steed was auld, and ye hae gat mair
Sum other dule ye drie O

I hae killed my faither dear
My dear mither, my dear mither
I hae killed my faither dear
Alas and wae is me O
I hae killed my faither dear
My dear mither, my dear mither
I hae killed my faither dear
Alas and wae is me O

So whatten penance wul ye drie for that
Young Edward, oh young Edward?
So whatten penance wul ye drie for that?
My dear son, now tell to me O
Whatten penance wul ye drie for that
Young Edward, oh young Edward?
Whatten penance wul ye drie for that?
My dear son, now tell to me O

I will sail in yonder boat
My dear mither, my dear mither
I will sail in yonder boat
And awa and over the sea O
I will sail in yonder boat
My dear mither, my dear mither
I will sail in yonder boat
And awa and over the sea O

And what wul ye dee wi' your towers and ha'
Young Edward, oh young Edward?
And what wul ye dee wi' your towers and ha'
That were sae fair to see O?
And what wul ye dee wi' your towers and ha'
Young Edward, oh young Edward?
And what wul ye dee wi' your towers and ha'?
Ye nevir mair wul tham see O

Let them stand until they fa' doon
My dear mither, my dear mither
Let them stand until they fa' doon
For tham nevir mair wul I see O
Let them stand until they fa' doon
My dear mither, my dear mither
Let them stand until they fa' doon
For tham nevir mair wul I see O

And what wul ye leave your wife and bairns
Young Edward, oh young Edward?
And what wul ye leave your wife and bairns
When ye gang over the sea O?
And what wul ye leave your wife and bairns
Young Edward, oh young Edward?
And what wul ye leave your wife and bairns
When ye gang over the sea O?

The warldis room, let them beg
My dear mither, my dear mither
The warldis room, let them beg
For tham nevir mair wul I see O
The warldis room, let them beg
My dear mither, my dear mither
The warldis room, let them beg
For tham nevir mair wul I see O

And what wul ye leave your mither dear
Young Edward, oh young Edward?
And what wul ye leave your mither dear
When ye gang over the sea O?
And what wul ye leave your mither dear
Young Edward, oh young Edward?
And what wul ye leave your mither dear
When ye gang over the sea O?

The curse of hell shall ye bear
My dear mither, my dear mither
The curse of hell shall ye bear
For the counsel ye gave to me O
The curse of hell shall ye bear
My dear mither, my dear mither
The curse of hell shall ye bear
For the counsel ye gave to me O

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