Collected by Sue Jackson For M.C. Parler Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Sung by Mrs. Pearl Brewer Ravenden Springs, Ark. Feb. 23, 1964
Reel 432 Item 3
The Blood on Your Coat Sleeve (Bloody Guinea Hawk)
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 blated patient-ly, ly, ly,
Thai blated 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 twll to me.
I buried him under the weeping willow Where many others be, be, be,
Where many others be.