Algernon Charles Swinburne — The Bloody Son

                        (FINNISH) "O where have ye been the morn sae late,         My merry son, come tell me hither? O where have ye been the morn sae late?         And I wot I hae not anither." "By the water-gate, by the water-gate,         O dear mither." "And whatten kin' o' wark had ye there to make,         My merry son, come tell me hither? And whatten kin' o' wark had ye there to make?         And I wot I hae not anither." "I watered my steeds with water frae the lake,         O dear mither." "Why is your coat sae fouled the day,         My merry son, come tell me hither? Why is your coat sae fouled the day?         And I wot I hae not anither." "The steeds were stamping sair by the weary banks of clay,         O dear mither." "And where gat ye thae sleeves of red,         My merry son, come tell me hither? And where gat ye thae sleeves of red?         And I wot I hae not anither." "I have slain my ae brither by the weary waterhead,         O dear mither." "And where will ye gang to mak your mend,         My merry son, come tell me hither? And where will ye gang to mak your mend?         And I wot I hae not anither." "The warldis way, to the warldis end,         O dear mither." "And what will ye leave your father dear,         My merry son, come tell me hither? And what will ye leave your father dear?         And I wot I hae not anither." "The wood to fell and the logs to bear, For he'll never see my body mair,         O dear mither." "And what will ye leave your mither dear,         My merry son, come tell me hither? And what will ye leave your mither dear?         And I wot I hae not anither." "The wool to card and the wool to wear, For ye'll never see my body mair,         O dear mither." "And what will ye leave for your wife to take,         My merry son, come tell me hither? And what will ye leave for your wife to take?         And I wot I hae not anither." "A goodly gown and a fair new make, For she'll do nae mair for my body's sake,         O dear mither." "And what will ye leave your young son fair,         My merry son, come tell me hither? And what will ye leave your young son fair?         And I wot ye hae not anither." "A twiggen school-rod for his body to bear, Though it garred him greet he'll get nae mair,         O dear mither." "And what will ye leave your little daughter sweet,         My merry son, come tell me hither? And what will ye leave your little daughter sweet?         And I wot ye hae not anither." "Wild mulberries for her mouth to eat, She'll get nae mair though it garred her greet,         O dear mither." "And when will ye come back frae roamin',         My merry son, come tell me hither? And when will ye come back frae roamin'?         And I wot I hae not anither." "When the sunrise out of the north is comen,         O dear mither." "When shall the sunrise on the north side be,         My merry son, come tell me hither? When shall the sunrise on the north side be?         And I wot I hae not anither." "When chuckie-stanes shall swim in the sea,         O dear mither." "When shall stanes in the sea swim,         My merry son, come tell me hither? When shall stanes in the sea swim?         And I wot I hae not anither." "When birdies' feathers are as lead therein,         O dear mither." "When shall feathers be as lead,         My merry son, come tell me hither? When shall feathers be as lead?         And I wot I hae not anither." "When God shall judge between the quick and dead,         O dear mither."