THE MOTHER UNDER THE MOULD
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Svend dyring rode on the island-way
Yea have I not myself been young,
And there he's wedded so fair a may
Fair words give joy to many a heart.
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Seven years the twain together sat
And children six between them gat.
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Then came a death into the land
And died that lovely lily-wand.
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Then Svend he rode on the island-way
And there he's wedded another may,
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He's wedded a may and home is she
As grim and evil as may be.
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When she came a-driving to the door
There stood the six babies weeping sore,
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There stood they weeping many a tear,
With her foot she thrust them forth from her.
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She gave them neither ale nor meat:
O ye shall have both hunger and hate.
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She took from them the bolster blue,
Said, [In] the bare straw lie alow.
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She's taken from them the great wax lights:
In murk house shall ye lie anights.
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Late in the eve the bairns they grat,
The Mother under the Mould heard that.
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That heard she under earth as she lay:
O now must I to my babes away.
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Then did she stand the Lord before:
O may I go see my babes once more?
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So long there did she stand and pray
That the Lord let her go her way.
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But come thou back at cock-crow-tide,
No longer away must thou abide.
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Then forth her weary feet put she
To meet both wall and imagery.
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But when she came unto the stead
Under the sky the hounds they bayed,
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And when to the door she drew near-hand
There did her eldest daughter stand.
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O daughter mine, why stand'st thou there,
How do thy little brethren fare?
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Thou art never Mother of mine,
For ever was she fair and fine.
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My Mother was white with cheeks full red,
But thou art pale and like the dead.”
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O how should I be fine and fair,
For dead folk all pale cheeks must bear.
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O how should I be white and red
So long as I've been cold and dead.
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But when she came to the chamber door,
There were [the] bairns and grat right sore.
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The first she brushed, the second she plaited,
The third she dandled, the fourth she patted,
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The fifth upon her breast she set
As though sweet food it thence should get.
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Then to her eldest daughter said she,
Go bid Svend Dyring come to me.
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So when within the hall he stood
She spake to him in wrathful mood.
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I left behind me ale and bread
Yet must my babes [of both] have need.
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Bolsters blue did I leave enow,
In the bare straw lie my babes alow.
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I left behind me waxlights high
But in chamber dark must my little ones lie.
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Look to it that if I come once more
Ill fate for you there lieth in store.
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But now is the red red cock a crowing
And under the earth must the dead be a going,
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Now croweth the black cock on high
And heaven's gate openeth presently.
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And now the white cock croweth clear,
No longer is there biding here.
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So every time the hounds they bayed
They gave the children ale and bread.
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No sooner did they hear them bay
But they thought the dead was on the way.
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The hound's voice did they no sooner hear
Than sure they thought the dead was there.
