The Cruel Mother
Alasdair Roberts Lyrics


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She leaned her back up against the thorn
The sun shines down on Carlisle Wall
Then she has a bonny babe born
And the lion shall be lord of all

She layed him beneath some marble stone
The sun shines down on Carlisle Wall
Thinking to go a maiden home
And the lion shall be lord of all

As she looked over her father’s wall
The sun shines down on Carlisle Wall
She saw that pretty babe playing a ball
And the lion shall be lord of all

Oh bonny babe if you were mine
The sun shines down on Carlisle Wall
I’d dress you in that silk so fine
And the lion shall be lord of all

Oh mother mine when I was thine
The sun shines down on Carlisle Wall
I didn’t see any of your silk so fine
And the lion shall be lord of all

Oh bonny babe pray tell to me
The sun shines down on Carlisle Wall
The sort of death I shall have to die
And the lion shall be lord of all

Seven years of fish, fish in the flood
The sun shines down on Carlisle Wall
Seven years of bird in the wood
And the lion shall be lord of all

Seven years of tongue to the warning bell
The sun shines down on Carlisle Wall
Seven years in the flames of hell
And the lion shall be lord of all

Welcome, welcome fish in the flood
The sun shines down on Carlisle Wall
Welcome, welcome bird in the wood
And the lion shall be lord of all

And welcome tongue to the warning bell
The sun shines down on Carlisle Wall




But God keep me from the flames of hell
And the lion shall be lord of all

Overall Meaning

"The Cruel Mother" is a traditional ballad that tells the story of a mother who kills her own child out of shame after becoming pregnant out of wedlock. The opening lines suggest that the cruel mother leans against a thorn bush while she gives birth to her child, which foreshadows the tragedy that is to come. The repetition of the line "the sun shines down on Carlisle Wall" throughout the song creates a sense of time passing and a world that continues in spite of the tragedy that has occurred.


The cruel mother then lays her child under a marble stone and goes back to her father's house, indicating a desire to distance herself from what she has done. However, when she looks over the wall, she sees the ghost of her child playing a ball, indicating the guilt and remorse that she feels as a result of her actions. The haunting nature of the song is intensified by the repetition of the line "and the lion shall be lord of all," which suggests a sense of doom or inevitability.


The final stanza suggests that the mother is seeking forgiveness for her actions and hoping to avoid damnation. The imagery of seven years of fish, bird, and tongue being punished suggests that she believes her own punishment should be severe and all-encompassing. The final lines express a desire to be saved from the flames of hell, but the repetition of the line "and the lion shall be lord of all" suggests that the consequences of her actions cannot be escaped.


Line by Line Meaning

She leaned her back up against the thorn
She rested against a thorn bush


The sun shines down on Carlisle Wall
It is a sunny day in Carlisle


Then she has a bonny babe born
She gave birth to a beautiful baby


And the lion shall be lord of all
A proclamation of dominance by a powerful force


She layed him beneath some marble stone
She buried the baby under a marble slab


Thinking to go a maiden home
She planned to go home as an unmarried woman


As she looked over her father’s wall
She peered over her father's wall


She saw that pretty babe playing a ball
She saw the buried baby playing with a ball


Oh bonny babe if you were mine
She spoke to the buried baby


I’d dress you in that silk so fine
She would dress the baby in fine silk


Oh mother mine when I was thine
The buried baby replied to the woman


I didn’t see any of your silk so fine
The baby never had the chance to wear silk


Oh bonny babe pray tell to me
The woman asked the baby a question


The sort of death I shall have to die
She wanted to know how she would die


Seven years of fish, fish in the flood
The buried baby prophesied her death


Seven years of bird in the wood
The buried baby continued prophesying


Seven years of tongue to the warning bell
The prophesying continued with another timeframe


Seven years in the flames of hell
The final prophetic timeframe was the most dire


Welcome, welcome fish in the flood
The woman welcomed the prophecy of fish in the river


Welcome, welcome bird in the wood
She welcomed the prophecy of birds in the woods


And welcome tongue to the warning bell
She welcomed the tongue warning of the prophecy


But God keep me from the flames of hell
She pleaded to God to not suffer the worst fate




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Karen Varian

I think he is one of the best singers I've heard in quite some time. Eerie but beautiful song about infanticide. His version of Lyke Wake Dirge is the best I've ever heard.

tuebalt

One of the most epic songs I ever heard. Hope he gets more attention. He deserves.

graindivision

I did the sound for him in Leeds last year and he performed this song a capella - put his guitar down and stood up. It was awesome. Came here looking to see if anyone had uploaded a similar version from anywhere.

James Jeffrey Paul

One of the greatest of all ballads.

Home Sweet Somewhere

This is incredibly beautiful!

Fantasy Talk

I agree.

John Curr

The version of this song "Anna & Elizabeth - Greenwood Sidey- The Cruel Mother" gives a differnt meaning .

A society in which men held power decreed that a child born out of wedlock and the child's mother were outcast . Such was the power of the social convention that mothers hid their pregnancy , murdered their child then bore their grief, guilt and certain knowledge of eternal hellfire until death relieved them.

Rey Mohammed

John Curr At one time, infanticide of this kind was so rampant that the public privies of Edinburgh resounded with the squalls of discarded babies drowning in filth, sometimes even being eaten alive by maggots before they drowned. To this day, in allegedly civilized America, babies are found in bathroom trashcans, sometimes in time and sometimes not. Though laws allowing anonymous surrender at firestations and hospitals have lessened the number of such incidents, they still occur. Until babies are not regarded as scarlet letters inflicted on women as punishment for having sex, this story will not find an end.

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Robert Ommundsen

i have this on cd.quite experimental arrangements

Cori Jones

I've heard so many haunting versions of this ballad. In my view, this is the most powerful. Somehow "the lion shall be lord of all" gives the tale a strength that is missing in "down by the greenwood side-y-oh."

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