Blood on Your Coat Sleeve- Brewer (AR) 1964
[Version of Edward from Qzark Folksong Collection Reel 432 Item 3. Collected by Sue Jackson. For M.C. Parler, transcribed by Linda Humphrey.
R. Matteson 2014]
Blood on Your Coat Sleeve (Bloody Guinea Hawk) Sung by Mrs. Pearl Brewer; Ravenden Springs, Ark., Feb. 23, 1964
How come that blood on your coat sleeve?
Oh son, come tell to me.
It is the blood of my little guinea hawk
That flew away from me, me, me,
That flew away from me.
That blood's too red fro your little guinea,
Now son, come tell to me.
It is the blood of my old yellow dog
That tree'd the squirrel for me, me, me,
That tree'd the squirrel for me.
That blood's too red for your old yellow dog,
Now son come tell to me.
It is the blood of my little billy horse
That plowed the furrow for me, me, me,
That plowed the furrow for me.
That blood's too red for you little billy horse,
Oh, son, come tell to me.
It is the blood of my little goat
That bleated patiently, ly, ly,
That bleated patiently.
That blood's too red for your little goat,
Now son, come tell to me.
It is the blood of my little brother
That walked the roads with me, me, me,
That walked the roads with me.
Where did you bury your little brother,
Oh, son, come tell to me.
I buried him under the weeping willow
Where many others be, be, be,
Where many others be.