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 And when they saw the darksome night

They sat them down and cried.

Thus wander’d these two pretty babes,

Till death did end their grief;

In one another’s arms they died,

As babes wanting relief.

No burial these pretty babes

Of any man receives;

But Robin-red-breast carefully

Did cover them with leaves.

And now the heavy wrath of God

Upon their uncle fell;

Yea, fearful fiends did haunt his house,

His conscience felt a hell:

His barns were fir’d, his goods consum'd

His lands were barren made,

His cattle died within the field,

And nothing with him staid.

And, in a voyage to Portugal,

Two of his sons did die;

And to conclude, himself was brought

To extreme misery:

He pawn’d and mortgag'd all his land

Ere seven years came about