The Wail of the Cornish Mother
Rev. R. S. Hawker, The Cornish Ballads And other Poems (Oxford and London: James Parker, 1869): 19-20. Facsimile Reproduction with an intro. by Kay J. Walter and Terence Allan Hoagwood. Delmar, N.Y.: Scholars' Facsimiles, 1994. PR 4759 H9C6 1869a Robarts Library
I.1They say 'tis a sin to sorrow,
2 That what God doth is best:
3But 'tis only a month to-morrow,
4 I buried it from my breast.
II.5I know it should be a pleasure,
6 Your child to God to send: --
7But mine was a precious treasure
III.9I thought it would call me "mother,"
10 The very first words it said;
11O! I never can love another,
12 Like the blessèd babe that's dead.
IV.13Well, God is its own dear Father,
14 It was carried to church and blessed:
15And our Saviour's arms will gather
16 Such children to their rest.
V.17I shall make my best endeavour,
18 That my sins may be forgiven:
19I will serve God more than ever,
20 To meet my child in heaven.
VI.21I will check this foolish sorrow,
22 For what God doth is best: --
23But O! 'tis a month to-morrow,
24 I buried it from my breast.
8] friend: "The name for Husband in this country" (Cornish Ballads : 81). Back to Line
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Records of the Western Shore, 2nd ser. (1836).
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