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Londoi: Sampson Low, Son & Co.
THE BA BES IN THE WOOD.
Now ponder well, you parents dear,
These words which I shall write;
A doleful story you shall hear,
In time brought forth to light.
A ei/ntilerman of iuontd (ccoit,
In Nori:,llk diell of late,
IWh, did in hioour fir surttimiit
Most men of h is estate.
Soni sick he was, and like to die,
No help his life could save;
His wiifi b! hint as sick did lie,
A ind both possest one grave.
Ni love blet lt'en these' tlwo was lost,
Ath in't.o lt other kind,
In lure theI li'fd, in lore they died,
A nd left two babes behind:
The one a fine and pretty boy,
Not passing three years old ;
The other a girl more young than he.
A nd fram'd in beauty's mould.
The father left his little son,
As plainly doth appear,
Whel he to perfect age should enonc,
Three hundred polCnds a year.
And to his little daughter Jane
Fire hundred porwnds in gold,
To be paid down on marriage-dify,
IWhich might not be controlled :
But if the children chance to die,
Ere they to age should come,
Their uncle should possess their wealth :
For so the will did run.
Now, brother, said the dying man,
Look to my children dear,
ie good unto my boy and girl,
No friends else have they here:
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To God and you ILrechmm end d
My children dear th.i day;:
But little while be'sure 'e have
Within this world to stay.
You must be father and mother.
And uncle all in one
God knows what will become of
When I am dead and gone.
With that bespake their mother
0 brother kind, quoth she,
Yo)' are the man must bring our
To wealth or misery.
And if you keep them carefully,
Then God will you reward ;
But if you otherwise should deal,
God will your deeds regard.
With lips as cold as any stone,
They kist their children small
God bless you both, my children
1i7 uuifL i I din d rl ols;
These speeches then their brother spoke
To this sick couple there,
The keeping of your little ones
Sweet sister, do not fear.
God never prosper me nor mine,
Nor aught else that I have,
If I do wrong your children dear,
l'hen you are laid in grave.
The parents being dead and gone,
The children home he takes,
And brijigs them strait lunto his house,
lW'here much of them he makes.
He had not kept these pretty babes
A twelvemonth and a day,
Rut, for their wealth, he did devise
To make them both away.
He bargain'd with two ruffians strong,
I' which were of furious mood,
That they should take these children
A ad slay them in a wood.
He told h is wifij ani artful tale,
He would the children seid
T'o he brought up in fair London.
If'ith one th/it wasi. his friend.
A iray then wcnl those pretty babec,
Rejoicing at that tide,
R(ijoicinf with a merry milnd,
TheI. should on cock-htrs,: rid,.
.Thyt prate as d prattle pliasai ly.il,
.is they rid' oni the way,
Toi those that should theiir h!tehlri, 1I,
, A n, d work their liin.dei.cat ; .
So that the pretty speech they had,
lule Mu order's heart relent;
Alnd they that undertook the deed,
Full sore did now repent.
Yet one of them more, hard of heIa1,
Did vow to do his charge,
Because the wretch that hired him,,
Had paid him very large.
The other won't agreed thereto,
So here they fall to strife .
With one another they did fliht,
A.bo ut the ch ildr'it's life ..
And he that was( of mildle.d mood,.
Did slay the uther there,
WIithin an. n frequented wood .
The bawes did quae for fear .'
lie took the children by/ the hand,
Tears standing in their eye,
.Jd bl d then straicitir follow hia,
A. nd look they did not cry
And two lonl miles he led them on,
While they for food complain.
Stay here, quoth he, I'll bring you
When I come back again.
These pretty babes, with hand in
Went wandering -zp and down:
But never more could see the man
Approaching from the town;
Their pretty lips with black-berries,
Were all besneared and dyed,
A nd when they saw the darksome
They sat then down and cried.
rhus wandered these poor innocents,
Till de'rth did end their grief,
In one another's arms they died,
As wanting due relief;
No burial this pretty pair
Of any man receives,
Till Robin-red-breast piously
Did cover them with leaves.
And -now the heavy wrath of God
Upon their uncle fell
Yea, fearful fiends did haunt his
His conscience felt an hell;
His barns were fir'd, his goods
His lands were barren made,
His cattle died within the field,
And nothing with him stayd.
And in a rv,!age to Portuigal Who did confess the very truth,
Two qof h i. sons dli die ; As here hath been displayed .
A iito ii oncl de, 1h ims.lf iwas broigjht Their uncle having died in gaol,
To vwnt Ind miserI : I1 here he for debt was laid
IIH pau'fi'd 4- nd mortgaged all his land
Ere seven ycars c.imar about,
A id now at length this iricked act
Did by this me,?,s come out
The fellow, that did take in hand
These ch ildren for to kill,
l'as for a robbery jud'd to die,
Such was God's blessed will :
You that executors be made,
And overseers eke
Of children that be fatherless,
And infants m ild and m~lt k
Take you example by this thing,
And yield to each his right,
lest God with such like ?misery
Your wicked minds requite.
F a3h 'bS
I BOUND BY
BONE & SON.