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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—D

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a. Kinloch's MSS, v, 103, in the handwriting of James Beattie. b. Kinloch's Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 46: from the recitation of Miss C. Beattie.

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There lives a lady in London,
All alone and alone ee
She's gane wi bairn to the clerk's son.
Down by the green wood sae bonnie

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She's taen her mantle her about,
She's gane aff to the gude green wood.

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She's set her back untill an oak,
First it bowed and then it broke.

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She's set her back untill a tree,
Bonny were the twa boys she did bear.

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But she took out a little pen-knife,
And she parted them and their sweet life.

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She's aff untill her father's ha;
She was the lealest maiden that was amang them a'.

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As she lookit oure the castle wa,
She spied twa bonnie boys playing at the ba.

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‘O if these two babes were mine,
They should wear the silk and the sabelline!’

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‘O mother dear, when we were thine,
We neither wore the silks nor the sabelline.

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‘But out ye took a little pen-knife,
And ye parted us and our sweet life.

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‘But now we're in the heavens hie,
And ye've the pains o hell to drie.’