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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—E

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a. Motherwell's MS., p. 390. b. Motherwell's Note-Book, p. 33. From the recitation of Agnes Lyle, Kilbarchan, August 24, 1825.

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There was a lady, she lived in Lurk,
Sing hey alone and alonie O
She fell in love with her father's clerk.
Down by yon greenwood sidie O

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She loved him seven years and a day,
Till her big belly did her betray.

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She leaned her back unto a tree,
And there began her sad misery.

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She set her foot unto a thorn,
And there she got her two babes born.

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She took out her wee pen-knife,
She twind them both of their sweet life.

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She took the sattins was on her head,
She rolled them in both when they were dead.

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She howkit a grave forenent the sun,
And there she buried her twa babes in.

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As she was walking thro her father's ha,
She spied twa boys playing at the ba.

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‘O pretty boys, if ye were mine,
I would dress ye both in the silks so fine.’

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‘O mother dear, when we were thine,
Thou neer dressed us in silks so fine.

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‘For thou was a lady, thou livd in Lurk,
And thou fell in love with thy father's clerk.

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‘Thou loved him seven years and a day,
Till thy big belly did thee betray.

13

‘Thou leaned thy back unto a tree,
And there began thy sad misery.

14

‘Thou set thy foot unto a thorn,
And there thou got thy two babes born.

15

‘Thou took out thy wee pen-knife,
And twind us both of our sweet life.

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‘Thou took the sattins was on thy head,
Thou rolled us both in when we were dead.

17

‘Thou howkit a grave forenent the sun,
And there thou buried thy twa babes in.

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‘But now we're both in [the] heavens hie,
There is pardon for us, but none for thee.’

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‘My pretty boys, beg pardon for me!’
‘There is pardon for us, but none for thee.’