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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.
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THE CRUEL MOTHER—Q

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Shropshire Folk-Lore, edited by Charlotte Sophia Burne, 1883-86, p. 540; “sung by Eliza Wharton and brothers, children of gipsies, habitually travelling in North Shropshire and Staffordshire, 13th July, 1885.”

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There was a lady, a lady of York,
Ri fol i diddle i gee wo
She fell a-courting in her own father's park.
Down by the greenwood side, O

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She leaned her back against the stile,
There she had two pretty babes born.

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And she had nothing to lap 'em in,
But she had a penknife sharp and keen.

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[OMITTED]
There she stabbed them right through the heart.

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She wiped the penknife in the sludge;
The more she wiped it, the more the blood showed.

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As she was walking in her own father's park,
She saw two pretty babes playing with a ball.

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‘Pretty babes, pretty babes, if you were mine,
I'd dress you up in silks so fine.’

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‘Dear mother, dear mother, [when we were thine,]
You dressed us not in silks so fine.

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‘Here we go to the heavens so high,
You'll go to bad when you do die.’