The Cruel Mother
No: 20; variant: 20F
- IT fell ance upon a day,
It fell ance upon a day,
Stirling for aye
It fell ance upon a day
The clerk and lady went to play.
So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay
- ‘If my baby be a son,
I’ll make him a lord of high renown.’
- She’s leand her back to the wa,
Prayd that her pains might fa.
- She’s leand her back to the thorn,
There was her baby born.
- ‘O bonny baby, if ye suck sair,
You’ll never suck by my side mair.’
- She’s riven the muslin frae her head,
Tied the baby hand and feet.
- Out she took her little pen-knife,
Twind the young thing o its sweet life.
- She’s howked a hole anent the meen,
There laid her sweet baby in.
- She had her to her father’s ha,
She was the meekest maid amang them a’.
- It fell ance upon a day,
She saw twa babies at their play.
- ‘O bonny babies, gin ye were mine,
I’d cleathe you in the silks sae fine.’
- ‘O wild mother, when we were thine,
You cleathd us not in silks so fine.
- ‘But now we’re in the heavens high,
And you’ve the pains o hell to try.’
- She threw hersell oer the castle-wa,
There I wat she got a fa.