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1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8Mother, I am worn by the dayChasing through the ice and woodwhere William and I oft fetch and playOut of breathMother, please don't stand in the wayHelp these cottons from my frameSo red and frail am I, I could swayTo my deathTell not thorn nor lieSpeak to me O murder childTrouble's in your eyeSpeak to me O murder childYou bite the hand that feeds and crowSo count here naked in the snowTell not thorn nor lieSpeak to me O murder childMother, I must go to my bedRemove your windy barn door handsThese stains are of a hare that I've bledOn my swordMother, I have reasoned and pledNag your William, spoilt and lateLetras de cancionesFor this is not the shade of his redBy my wordTell not thorn nor lieSpeak to me O murder childTrouble's in your eyeSpeak to me O murder childYou bite the hand that feeds and crowSo count here naked in the snowTell not thorn nor lieSpeak to me O murder childTell not thorn nor lieSpeak to me O murder childTrouble's in your eyeSpeak to me O murder childYou bite that hand that feeds and crowSo count here naked in the snowTell not thorn nor lieSpeak to me O murder childMother, shall I tender a stabTo why a woman births and knitsYet keeps not her dear William from the drabOf the frost?Mother, please don't play to his jabSurely he'll return to grace youWhile your firstborn's cold as a slabOn your crossTell not thorn nor lieSpeak to me O murder childTrouble's in your eyeSpeak to me O murder childYou bite the hand that feeds and crowSo count here naked in the snowTell not thorn nor lieSpeak to me O murder childAfter the Spring you shall find himAfter the snow leaves the hillAfter the Spring you shall find him'Til then there's no grave to fillAfter the Spring you shall find himAfter the snow leaves the hillAfter the Spring you shall find him'Til then there's no grave to fill From Letras Mania