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
