<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344282" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Son Davie! Son Davie!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What bluid's that on thy coat lap?<br>Son Davie! Son Davie!<br>What bluid's that on thy coat lap?<br>And the truth come tell to me, O.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It is the bluid of my great hawk,<br>Mother lady, Mother lady!<br>It is the bluid of my great hawk,<br>And the truth I hae tald to thee, O.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hawk's bluid was ne'er sae red,<br>Son Davie! Son Davie!<br>Hawk's bluid was ne'er sae red,<br>And the truth come tell to me, O.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It is the bluid of my grey hound,<br>Mother lady! Mother lady!<br>It is the bluid of my grey hound,<br>And it wudna rin for me, O.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hound's bluid was ne'er sae red,<br>Son Davie! Son Davie!<br>Hound's bluid was ne'er sae red,<br>And the truth come tell to me, O.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It is the bluid o' my brother John,<br>Mother lady! Mother lady!<br>It is the bluid o' my brother John,<br>And the truth I hae tald to thee, O.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What about did the plea begin?<br>Son Davie! Son Davie!'<br>'It began about the cutting o' a willow wand,<br>That would never hae been a tree, O.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What death dost thou desire to die?<br>Son Davie! Son Davie!<br>What death dost thou desire to die?<br>And the truth come tell to me, O.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I'll set my foot in a bottomless ship,<br>Mother lady! mother lady!<br>I'll set my foot in a bottomless ship,<br>And ye'll never see mair o' me, O.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What wilt thou leave to thy poor wife?<br>Son Davie! Son Davie!'<br>'Grief and sorrow all her life,<br>And she'll never get mair frae me, O.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What wilt thou leave to thy young son?<br>Son Davie! son Davie!'<br>'The weary warld to wander up and down,<br>And he'll never get mair o' me, O.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What wilt thou leave to thy mother dear?<br>Son Davie! Son Davie!'<br>'A fire o' coals to burn her wi' hearty cheer,<br>And she'll never get mair o' me, O.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344282" data-title="Son Davie! Son Davie! de Andrew Lang" data-description="'What bluid's that on thy coat lap? Son Davie! Son Davie! What bluid's that on thy coat lap? And the truth come tell to me, O.' 'It is the bluid of my great hawk, Mother lady, Mother lady! It is the bluid of my great hawk, And the truth I hae tal..."></div> </div> </div>

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