Amos--

I was told so long ago I cannot remember by whom that the second of your verses

Aieee, aiooo, my laddy, lie easy
Sure my misfortunes are none of your own.
But it's weary I am with rocking and mourning
And rocking the cradle of a child not my own

was the house slave rocking her master's child while her own was God-knows-where

Cami