Son David

What's the blood on the point of your sword? O Son David, my Son David, What's the blood on the point of your sword? Promise, tell me true. That's the blood of my grey mare O Lady Mother, my Lady Mother, That's the blood of my grey mare She would not rule by me. Your grey mare's blood was never so red O Son David, my Son David, Your grey mare's blood was never so red Promise, tell me true. Son David June Tabor That's the blood of my hawking hound O Lady Mother, my Lady Mother, That's the blood of my hawking hound She would not rule by me. Your hawking hound's blood was never so clear O Son David, my Son David, Your hawking hound's blood was never so clear Promise, tell me true. That's the blood of my brother John O Lady Mother, my Lady Mother, That's the blood of my brother John He drew his sword to me. What did you fall out about? O Son David, my Son David, It's all for a little holly bush That'll never grow to a tree. I'll set my foot on a bottomless boat O Lady Mother, my Lady Mother, Set my foot on a bottomless boat, Sail upon the sea. When will you come back again? O Son David, my Son David When will you come back again? Promise, tell me true. When the Sun and Moon meet in yonder glen O Lady Mother, my Lady Mother, When the Sun and Moon meet in yonder glen, And that will never be.