Foundling The Unthanks

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Foundling I am your mother
Your absent and virtueless mother
I cast you away like Moses
That you might be saved from the tarnish of me
And grow strong in this Coram Sanctuary
I fled here with this token
To Londen my young heart all broken
Your father knew not of his duty
A dog nights 1741
Lords and ladies moseying on
White bull red bull archery
A cruel fancy that parted you and me
For godless he, unable I
If fortune could have favors gave
I'd surely give my girl the best and keep her safe upon my breast

Mother I do not know you
I have no love where most should find
An expectation of labor

Merchants have paid their charity to make use of me on land on sea

I.m fashioned from sequinned philanthropy
It's the fashion to care about children you see

No mother. I have no mother just me
If fortune has a granted
My father would have
I have a child but not so you
The choice you made was for me too