If you’re referring to Old Man Rocking the Cradle, the way I heard the story is that, in previous generations in Irish rural areas, it was quite common for marriages to be arranged, and it was not uncommon for a young girl to be “sold” off to an older man if the family thought it could gain from the relationship to a more prosperous family. So she’s been wedded, bedded, and produced the heir, but she hasn’t got the love of dancing and music and sport out of her system yet, and the old man isn’t much good at keeping her satisfied, so she’s off to party, while the old man is left to take care of the child, whose parentage is suspect.
Another good played version to listen to is by the fiddler, John Doherty. A sung version is available by Joe Heaney.
The Old Man Rocking the Cradle
I am a young man, I’m rocking the cradel.,
Rocking the baby that nobody owns.
I am an old man, I’m alone at the table,
Watching the baby that nobody owns.
Chorus:
O ro o ro, ro my baby.
Perhaps your own daddy you never will know.
I’m here all alone, I’m rocking the cradle,
Rocking the baby that’s never my own.
My wife is a firt who married for money.
She stays out all night until the cock crows.
Take warning, dear Harry, if you ever marry,
Be sure that the baby you rock is your own.
Chorus:
Hushaby lu, hushaby baby.
Perhaps your own daddy you never will know.
I’m here all alone, I’m rocking the cradle,
Rocking the baby that nobody owns.
Halloo hallo, o ro my baby
Hushabye baby and hushabye o
Hu ro hu ro oho my baby
Perhaps your own daddy you never will know.
djm