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"The Cruel Mother" - by Lothlorien There was a lady lived in York - all the lee and loney  Fell in love with her father's clerk - down by the greenwood sidey-o  She loved him up, she loved him down - all the lee and loney  Loved him 'til he filled her arms - down by the greenwood sidey-o  She leant her back against an oak - all the lee and loney  First it bent and then it broke - down by the greenwood sidey-o  She leant her back against a thorn - all the lee and loney  There she had two fine babes born - down by the greenwood sidey-o  She took out her reaping knife - all the lee and loney  There she took those fine babes' lives - down by the greenwood sidey-o  She wiped the blade against her shoe - all the lee and loney  The more she rubbed, the redder it grew - down by the greenwood sidey-o  She went back to her father's hall - all the lee and loney  Saw two babes a-playing at ball - down by the greenwood sidey-o  'Oh babes oh babes if you were mine' - all the lee and loney  'I'd dress you up in scarlet fine' - down by the greenwood sidey-o  'Oh Mother Oh Mother if we were yours' - all the lee and loney  'Scarlet was our own hearts' blood' - down by the greenwood sidey-o  'Oh babes Oh babes it's Heaven for you' - all the lee and loney  'Oh Mother Oh Mother it's Hell for you' - down by the greenwood sidey-o "The Sweetest Joy" - by Lothlorien He sat alone upon a hill, the waves pulling at his side  He could feel the salt inside his veins and could hear the storm arrive  He closed his eyes and saw her face, so plain the others had decried  Yet he'd felt the warmth she'd held within and the beauty that lay inside  Yet their words soon blinded him, no beauty he began to believe  Oh he turned his back and he toasted them, he drank the world for all to see  No more will her palm lay upon his own, a fairer hand has clasped to his skin  'Oh where is my love' she cried in vain and from the door cried 'please let me in'  With haste she turned and chased the night, no tears to wipe with her hand  While he searched the land to find his love he fell and cried 'please help this man'  The sweetest joy the wildest woe of love Bailey once described  Hast thou more of pain or pleasure, does torment dwell and grow inside  He said it swells like the oceans flow, love drew me in as the tides draw the sea  Oh but I was foolish just like my friends - I let my eyes rule what I should feel. Celtic Home