One mornin' out walking
Out grovin' and ramblin
Down by the cold river, I joggled along
I heard an old man making sad lamentation
About rocking the cradle and a child not his own
Lie there, my laddy
Lie easy, lie easy
Perhaps your own daddy might never be own
And it's weary I am with weeping and sobbing
And rocking a cradle and a child not my own
I'm sorry, my neighbors..
I've married this fair one
She favors the neighbors
And none of her own
She goes out every night
Goes to bars, goes to parties
Leaves me rocking the cradle
And it's none of my own..
Hi there, my laddy..
Lie easy, lie easy
Perhaps your own daddy might never be known
And it's weary I am with weeping and sobbing
And rocking the cradle,
And it's none of my own
So come all ye young men
Who want to get married
Take my advice,
"Leave the womens alone"
For it's by the lord
If ever ye marry
She'll leave you rocking the cradle
And it's none of your own!
1 comment:
I love this song! It reminds me of a woman I know who had 6 children and couldn't tell me where they were. I was distraught, however with what happened to her traditions, culture, and self-esteem, no wonder she could let them go. God Bless all aboriginal women, men of all ages. We need your wise culture! Please stay strong and share your goodness. Aboriginals are all like Jesus Christ, thankful, knowledgable, performers of miracles and natural people. May the reconsolidation bring you inner peace as you used to have and please let's have all government names of 'Indian' be changed to the different names of the Aboriginal tribes!
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