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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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The Cruel Mother

THE CRUEL MOTHER—C

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Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 161.

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She leaned her back unto a thorn,
Three, three, and three by three
And there she has her two babes born.
Three, three, and thirty-three

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She took frae 'bout her ribbon-belt,
And there she bound them hand and foot.

3

She has taen out her wee pen-knife,
And there she ended baith their life.

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She has howked a hole baith deep and wide,
She has put them in baith side by side.

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5

She has covered them oer wi a marble stane,
Thinking she would gang maiden hame.

6

As she was walking by her father's castle wa,
She saw twa pretty babes playing at the ba.

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‘O bonnie babes, gin ye were mine,
I would dress you up in satin fine.

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‘O I would dress you in the silk,
And wash you ay in morning milk.’

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‘O cruel mother, we were thine,
And thou made us to wear the twine.

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‘O cursed mother, heaven's high,
And that's where thou will neer win nigh.

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‘O cursed mother, hell is deep,
And there thou'll enter step by step.’