Christy Moore

Tell It Unto Me

What put the blood on your right shoulder?

Son come tell it unto me

That is the blood of a hare mama

You may pardon me

The blood of a hare never run so red

Son come tell it unto me

That is the blood of my youngest brother

You may pardon me

What came between you and your youngest brother?

Son come tell it unto me

It was all from the cutting of a hazel rod

That never will grow into a tree

Never will grow into a tree

What will you do when your daddy finds out?

Son come tell it unto me

I will leave my foot down on a ships board

And sail across the sea

And sail far over the sea

What will you do with your two fine children?

Son come tell it unto me

I'll give one to my mammy and the other to my daddy

To keep them company

What will you do with your darlin' wife?

Son come tell it unto me

She will leave her foot down on ships board

And she'll sail across the sea

And she'll sail right after me

What will you do with your woods and your lands?

Son come tell it unto me

I leave it there to the birds of the air

To mourn and sing for me