The Wolfhound (Alan Foster) Lord Redmond's to the hunting gone He's ta'en his hawk and his hounds And his finest wolfhound he's left at home To guard his house and his lands. And he has hunted many an hour He's hunted the whole day long With his wolfhound at home beside the door Guarding his infant son. And when the lord's returned home To his son's room he strode Found hound and baby lying there Both covered o'er with blood. Oh bloody hound, oh bloody hound You have my young son slain And he has drawn his long broadsword And his wolfhound's life he's ta'en. As he has shed a bitter tear He heard the baby wail He's lifted up his bonny wee son And found him live and hail. How came the blood upon your clothes And the blood upon your sheet And then he spied a wolf's body Lying dead at his feet. Oh faithful hound, oh trusty hound I've done to you great wrong For you have slain that cruel wolf That would have slain my son. Oh rue the day, oh rue the day That e'er I did such wrong For I have slain the best wolfhound That e'er did guard my son. AF oct97
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