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 But Robin Redbreast and the Wren, did cover them with leaves.

But now the heavy wrath of God upon the uncle fell The furies haunt his curs'd abode, his confidence felt an hell,

His barns consum'd his house was first, his lands were barren made, His cattle in the fields expired, and nothing with him staid.

His ships, with both his sons on board, were on their voyage left, And fate did order him to be, with wants and sorrows crost.

His lands all sold and pawned were, ere seven years were out. Attend, and you shall quickly hear, how all things came about.

The fellow who did take in hand the children for to kill, To die was judged by the land, for murderby God's will.

The guilty secret in his breast, he could no more contain, So all the truth he did confess; to ease him of his pain.