"Oh, what is the blood on your shirt sleeve?

Oh, my son Henry, come tell unto me"

"It's the blood of my greyhound

He would not run for me"

"Oh, that's not the blood of your greyhound

Oh, my son Henry, don't lie unto me"

"It would be a far redder blood

This can never be"

"Oh, what is the blood on your shirt sleeve?

Oh, my son Henry, come tell unto me"

"It's the blood of my grey mare

She would not ride for me"

"Oh, that's not the blood of your grey mare

Oh, my son Henry, don't lie unto me"

"It would be a far darker red

This can never be"

"Oh, what is the blood on your shirt sleeve?

Oh, my son Henry, come tell unto me"

"It's the blood of my goshawk

He would not hunt for me"

"Oh, that's not the blood of your goshawk

Oh, my son Henry, don't lie unto me"

"It would be a far thicker blood

This can never be"

"Oh, what is the blood on your shirt sleeve?

Oh, my son Henry, please tell unto me"

"It's the blood of my sister dear

She would have my baby"

Oh, set me a boat on the ocean

Set it to sail over all the seven seas

I must die for the love of

My sister and me