| Foundling i am your mother
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| Your absent and virtueless mother
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| I cast you away like Moses
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| That you might be saved from the tarnish of me
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| And grow strong in this golden century
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| I fled here with this token
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| To Londen my young heart all broken
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| Your father knew not of his duty
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| A dog nights 1741
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| Lords and ladies moseying on
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| White bull red bull archery
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| A cruel fancy that parted you and me
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| For godless he, unable I
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| If fortune could have favors gave
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| I’d surely give my girl the best and keep her safe upon my breast.
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| Mother i do not know you
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| I have no love where most should find
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| An expectation of labor
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| Merchants have paid their charity to make use of me on land on sea
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| I.m fashioned from sequinned philanthropy
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| It’s the fashion to care about children you see
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| No mother. |
| i have no mother just me
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| If fortune has a granted
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| My father would have
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| I have a child but not so you
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| The choice you made was for me too
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| Foundling don’t be so hastey
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| Before i knew of the life in my womb
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| Your father left me and now i know why
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| Rather than deal me his true fate
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| So that i might detest him
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| When he was gone
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| Better a black heart then one full of pain
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| From his future in war
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| He loved me
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| And i loved him
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| Mother how could you know this
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| Please tell me he vame vack and found you now
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| Foundling there’s someone to meet you
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| Your father’s brother
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| To tell you all that you wonder
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| To tell you
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| And to honor his dying wishes
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| That you and I might united be |