Where have you been all the long summer's day?  [bad word] tell it unto me. 
I've been hunting and fowling all the long whole day 
And it's mama pardon me, and it's mama pardon me... 

And what put the blood on your right shoulder?  [bad word] ... 
That is the blood of the hare I caught, 
That I killed most manfully. 

The blood of the hare now it could never be so red. 
That is the blood of my youngest brother, 
That I killed most [bad word]  

What came between you and your brother? 
It was mostly about the cutting of a rod, 
That will never grow into a tree. 

Then what will you do when your [bad word] home? 
I will put my foot on board of a ship, 
And I'll sail for a foreign country. 

Then what will [bad word] of your own dear wife? 
I will leave her there in her grief and despair, 
And she'll see no more of me. 

What will you do with your two fine babes? 
I'll give one to my father and the other to you mother, 
For to keep [bad word]  

And what will you do with your two greyhounds? 
I will take the straps from around their necks, 
And they'll race no more for me. 

What will [bad word] of your houses and your land? 
I will leave them there for the birds all in the air, 
There’ll be no more [bad word] there for me.