Where have you been, where have you been   my son, my merry son?   On the seashore, on the seashore   mother, my darling one.      And what have you been doing there   my son, my merry son?   I have been watering my horse   mother, my darling one.      Why is there blood upon your feet   my son, my merry son?   My horse stamped with its iron shoe   mother, my darling one.      Why there is blood upon your sword   my son, my merry son?   I have stabbed my brother to death   mother, my darling one.      What now of you, where will you go   my son, my wretched son?   To other lands to foreign lands   my dame, my darling one.      When will you be returning home   my son, my wretched son?   When all the world to judgement comes   my dame, my darling one.