mother i am worn by the day chasing through the ice and wood where william and i oft fetch and play out of breath mother please don t stand in the way help these cottons from my frame so red and frail am i i could sway to my death tell not thorn nor lie speak to me o murder child trouble s in your eye speak to me o murder child you bite the hand that feeds and crow so count here naked in the snow tell not thorn nor lie speak to me o murder child mother i must go to my bed remove your windy barn door hands these stains are of a hare that i ve bled on my sword mother i have reasoned and pled nag your william spoilt and late for this is not the shade of his red by my word tell not thorn nor lie speak to me o murder child trouble s in your eye speak to me o murder child you bite the hand that feeds and crow so count here naked in the snow tell not thorn nor lie speak to me o murder child tell not thorn nor lie speak to me o murder child trouble s in your eye speak to me o murder child you bite the hand that feeds and crow so count here naked in the snow tell not thorn nor lie speak to me o murder child mother shall i tender a stab to why a woman births and knits yet keeps not her dear william from the drab of the frost mother please don t play to his jab surely he ll return to grace you while your firstborn s cold as a slab on your cross tell not thorn nor lie speak to me o murder child trouble s in your eye speak to me o murder child you bite the hand that feeds and crow so count here naked in the snow tell not thorn nor lie speak to me o murder child after the spring you shall find him after the snow leaves the hill after the spring you shall find him til then there s no grave to fill after the spring you shall find him after the snow leaves the hill after the spring you shall find him til then there s no grave to fill