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 And he that was in midest mood, did lay the other there, Within an unfrequented wood, the babes did quake with fear. He took the children by the hand, while tears were in their eyes; And for a scheme which he had plan'd he bid them make no noise.

Then two long miles he did them lead, of hunger they complain, Stay here says he I’ll bring you bread, and soon be here again.

Then hand in hand they took their way, and wander'd up and down; But never more did they survey the man come from the town.

Their pretty lips with blackberries were all besmear'd and dy'd, And when the shades of night arise, they sat them down and cry'd.

There pretty babes thus wander'd long, without the least relief, The woods, the briars, and thorns among, till death ended their grief.

There pretty babe from any man, no funeral rite service,