Edward Jean Ritchie

[Verse 1]
"How came that blood on your shirt sleeve?
Oh, dear love, tell me"
"Well, it is the blood of the old grey mare
That ploughed the fields for me, me, me
That ploughed the fields for me"
"It does look too pale for the old grey mare
That ploughed the fields for thee, thee, thee
That ploughed the fields for thee"

[Verse 2]
"How came that blood on your shirt sleeve?
Oh, dear love, tell me"
"Oh, it is the blood of the old grey hound
That chased the fox for me, me, me
That chased the fox for me"
"It does look too pale for the old grey hound
That chased the fox for thee, thee, thee
That chased the fox for thee"

[Verse 3]
"How came that blood on your shirt sleeve?
Oh, dear love, tell me"
"Oh, it is the blood of my brother-in-law
That went away with me, me, me
That went away with me"