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 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 elſe that I have,

If I do wrong your children dear,

when you are laid in grave.

Their parents being dead and gone,

the children he did take

With him into his dwelling houſe,

and much of them did make.

He had not kept theſe children ſmall,

a twelvemonth and a day,

But for their money he devis'd,

to make them both away.

He bargain'd with two ruffians,

who were of furious mood,

For to take the 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,

And ſinging with a merry mood,

that they were going to ride,