Foundling - The Unthanks

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 golden century

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

Foundling don’t be so hastey

Before i knew of the life in my womb

Your father left me and now i know why

Rather than deal me his true fate

So that i might detest him

When he was gone

Better a black heart then one full of pain

From his future in war

He loved me

And i loved him

Mother how could you know this

Please tell me he vame vack and found you now

Foundling there’s someone to meet you

Your father’s brother

To tell you all that you wonder

To tell you

And to honor his dying wishes

That you and I might united be