Anonymous Olde English
Anonymous Olde English Poems
Edward, Edward. A Scottish Ballad
MODERN TRANSLATION (original below)
'Why does your sword so drip with blood,
Why does your sword so drip with blood?
And why so sad are ye, O?'
'O, I have killed my hawk so good,
O I have killed my hawk so good:
And I had no more but he, O.'
'Your hawk's blood was never so red,
Your hawk’s blood was never so red,
My dear son I tell thee, O.'
'O, I have killed my red-roan steed,
O, I have killed my red-roan steed,
That once was so fair and free, O.'
'Your steed was ...
IT was heavy hap for that hero young
on his lord beloved to look and find him
lying on earth with life at end,
sorrowful sight. But the slayer too,
awful earth-dragon, empty of breath,
lay felled in fight, nor, fain of its treasure,
could the writhing monster rule it more.
For edges of iron had ended its days,
hard and battle-sharp, hammers' leaving;