Rocking the Cradle I am a young man from the town of Kiandra I married a young woman to comfort my home She goes out and she leaves me and truly deceives me She leaves me with a baby that's none o' me own Oh dear, I rue the day ever I married How I wish I was single again With this weeping and wailing and rocking the cradle And rocking the baby that's none o' me own While I'm at work, my wife's on the rantan On the rantan with some other young man She goes out and she leaves me and truly deceives me And leaves me with a baby that's none o' me own Now all you young men with a fancy to marry Be sure you leave those flash gals alone Or by the Lord Harry, if one you should marry They'll leave you with a baby that's none o' your own recorded by the Ian Campbell Folk Group see also Rockin' the Cradle SOF
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