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No. 9
The Cruel Mother |
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2 She leaned herself all against the thorn, And there she had two fine babes born.
3 She pulled out her snow-white breast,
And she bid them a-suck for that would be the last.
4 She pulled down her yellow hair,
And she bound it around their little feet and hands.
5 She pulled out her little penknife,
And she pierced all in their tender little hearts.
6 She was setting in her father's hall,
And she saw her babes a-playing with their ball.
7 O babes, O babes, if you were mine, I would dress you in the silk so fine.
8 O mother, O mother, when we were thine,
You neither dressed us in the coarse silk nor fine. |
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