The Scottish ballad "Edward, Edward" relates a series of questions or observations and answers between a mother and her son. In simple modern English, stripped of the repetition, these exchanges would run as follows:
Mother: Why is your sword dripping with blood, Edward? And why are you sad?
Son: I have killed my good hawk, mother, the only one I had.
Mother: Your hawk's blood was never so red as the blood on your sword, Edward.
Son: I have killed my horse, mother, that was once so beautiful and spirited.
Mother: Your horse was old, and we have more of them, Edward. Something else is troubling you.
Son: I have killed my dear father, mother, to my shame and sadness.
Mother: How will you atone for that, Edward? Tell me this, my dear son.
Son: I'll sail across the sea in that boat over there, mother.
Mother: And what will you do with the towers and halls of your castle, Edward?
Son: I'll leave them to stand until they fall down, mother, since I shall never live in them again.
Mother: And what...
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