Foundling

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