Edward

Mother, I am worn by the day
 Chasing through the ice and wood
 Where William and I oft fetch and play
 Out of breath
 Mother, please don't stand in the way
 Help these cottons from my frame
 So red and frail am I, I could sway
 To my death
 Tell not thorn nor lie
 Speak to me o murder child
 Trouble's in your eye
 Speak to me o murder child
 You bite the hand that feeds and crow
 So count here naked in the snow
 Tell not thorn nor lie
 Speak to me o murder child
 Mother, I must go to my bed
 Remove your windy barn door hands
 These stains are of a hare that I've bled
 On my sword
 Mother, I have reasoned and pled
 Nag your William, spoilt and late
 For this is not the shade of his red
 By my word
 Tell not thorn nor lie
 Speak to me o murder child
 Trouble's in your eye
 Speak to me o murder child
 You bite the hand that feeds and crow
 So count here naked in the snow
 Tell not thorn nor lie
 Speak to me o murder child
 Tell not thorn nor lie
 Speak to me o murder child
 Trouble's in your eye
 Speak to me o murder child
 You bite the hand that feeds and crow
 So count here naked in the snow
 Tell not thorn nor lie
 Speak to me o murder child
 Mother, shall I tender a stab
 To why a woman births and knits
 Yet keeps not her dear William from the drab
 Of the frost?
 Mother, please don't play to his jab
 Surely he'll return to grace you
 While your firstborn's cold as a slab
 On your cross
 Tell not thorn nor lie
 Speak to me o murder child
 Trouble's in your eye
 Speak to me o murder child
 You bite the hand that feeds and crow
 So count here naked in the snow
 Tell not thorn nor lie
 Speak to me o murder child
 After the spring you shall find him
 After the snow leaves the hill
 After the spring you shall find him
 'Til then there's no grave to fill
 After the spring you shall find him
 After the snow leaves the hill
 After the spring you shall find him
 'Til then there's no grave to fill