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 But they could never ſee the man,

approaching from the town.

Their pretty lips with blackberries,

were altogether dy'd,

And when the darkſome night care on

they both ſat down and cry'd.

Thus wandered theſe pretty babes,

till death did end their grief

In one another's arms they dy'd,

as babes wanting relief

No burial theſe children did

of any man receive,

Till robin red-breaſt carefully

did cover them o'er with leaves.

And now the heavy wrath of God,

upon the uncle fell,

For fearful fiends did haunt his houſe,

his conſcience burnt in hell.

His barns were burnt, his goods conſum'd

his lands were barren made,

His cattle all died in the field,

and nothing with him ſtaid;

And in a voyage to Portugal,

two of his ſons did die,

Then to conclude, himſelf was brought

into much miſery.

He pawn'd and mortgaged his goods,

'ere ſeven years came about,

And at the very time, then did

this cruel act come out.