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 God bless you both, my children dear,

and so the tears did fall

Those speeches that the uncle made

to that sick couple there,

The keeping of your children small,

dear sister do not fear

God never prosper me nor mine,

nor ought that I e'er have,

If do wrong your children dear,

when you are laid in grave.

Their parents being dead and gone,

the children he did take

With him unto his dwelling house,

and much of them did make.

He had not kept these children small,

a twelve month and and day,

But for their money he devis'd,

to make them both away.

He bargain'd with two russians,

who were of furious mood,

For to take these children small,

and kill them in a wood

He told his wife and children all,

he would the children send

To be brought up in fair London,

with one that was a friend.

THESE pretty babes away they went,

rejoicing at the tide,