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 These pretty babes, with hand in hand,

Went wanderiug up and down,

But never more they saw the man

Approaching from the town.

There pretty lips with blackberries

Were all besmear'd and dyed;

And when they saw the darksome night,

They sate them down and cried.

Thus wander'd these two pretty babes

Till death' did end their grief-

In one anothers arms they died,

As babes wanting relief.

No burial these pretty babes

Of any man receives,

Till Robin-red-breast, painfully,

Did cover them with leaves.

And now the heavy wrath of God

Upon their uncle fell

Yea, fearful fiends did haunt his house,

His conseience felt an hell:

His barns were fired, his goods consum'd,

His lands were barren made,

His cattle died within the field,

And nothing with him stay'd.

And in the 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;