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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342073" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bloody Sun</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">“O WHERE have ye been the morn sae late,<br>My merry son, come tell me hither?<br>O where have ye been the morn sae late?<br>And I wot I hae but anither.”<br>“By the water-gate, by the water-gate,<br>O dear mither.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And whatten kin’ o’ wark had ye there to make,<br>My merry son, come tell me hither?<br>And whatten kin’ o’ wark had ye there to make?<br>And I wot I hae but anither.”<br>“I watered my steeds with water frae the lake,<br>O dear mither.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Why is your coat sae fouled the day,<br>My merry son, come tell me hither?<br>Why is your coat sae fouled the day?<br>And I wot I hae but anither.”<br>“The steeds were stamping sair by the weary banks of clay,<br>O dear mither.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And where gat ye thae sleeves of red,<br>My merry son, come tell me hither?<br>And where gat ye thae sleeves of red?<br>And I wot I hae but anither.”<br>“I have slain my ae brither by the weary water-head,<br>O dear mither.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And where will ye gang to mak your mend,<br>My merry son, come tell me hither?<br>And where will ye gang to mak your mend?<br>And I wot I hae not anither.”<br>“The warldis way, to the warldis end,<br>O dear mither.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And what will ye leave your father dear,<br>My merry son, come tell me hither?<br>And what will ye leave your father dear?<br>And I wot I hae not anither.”<br>“The wood to fell and the logs to bear,<br>For he’ll never see my body mair,<br>O dear mither.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And what will ye leave your mither dear,<br>My merry son, come tell me hither?<br>And what will ye leave your mither dear?<br>And I wot I hae not anither.”<br>“The wool to card and the wool to wear,<br>For ye’ll never see my body mair,<br>O dear mither.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And what will ye leave for your wife to take,<br>My merry son, come tell me hither?<br>And what will ye leave for your wife to take?<br>And I wot I hae not anither.”<br>“A goodly gown and a fair new make,<br>For she’ll do nae mair for my body’s sake,<br>O dear mither.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And what will ye leave your young son fair,<br>My merry son, come tell me hither?<br>And what will ye leave your young son fair?<br>And I wot ye hae not anither.”<br>“A twiggen school-rod for his body to bear,<br>Though it garred him greet he’ll get nae mair,<br>O dear mither.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And what will ye leave your little daughter sweet,<br>My merry son, come tell me hither?<br>And what will ye leave your little daughter sweet?<br>And I wot ye hae not anither.”<br>“Wild mulberries for her mouth to eat,<br>She’ll get nae mair though it garred her greet,<br>O dear mither.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And when will ye come back frae roamin’,<br>My merry son, come tell me hither?<br>And when will ye come back frae roamin’?<br>And I wot I hae not anither.”<br>“When the sunrise out of the north is comen,<br>O dear mither.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“When shall the sunrise on the north side be,<br>My merry son, come tell me hither?<br>When shall the sunrise on the north side be?<br>And I wot I hae not anither.”<br>“When chuckie-stanes shall swim in the sea,<br>O dear mither.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“When shall stanes in the sea swim,<br>My merry son, come tell me hither?<br>When shall stanes in the sea swim?<br>And I wot I hae not anither.”<br>“When birdies’ feathers are as lead therein,<br>O dear mither.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“When shall feathers be as lead,<br>My merry son, come tell me hither?<br>When shall feathers be as lead?<br>And I wot I hae not anither.”<br>“When God shall judge between the quick and dead,<br>O dear mither.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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My merry son, come tell me hither?
O where have ye been the morn sae late?
And I wot I hae but anither.”
“By the water-gate, by the water-gate,
O dear mither.”

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