The babes in the wood

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Material Information

Title:
The babes in the wood
Series Title:
May Bells series
Uniform Title:
Children in the wood (Ballad)
Physical Description:
12 p. : col. ill. ; 20 cm.
Language:
English
Creator:
McLoughlin Bros., inc ( Publisher )
Publisher:
McLoughlin Bro's
Place of Publication:
New York
Publication Date:

Subjects

Subjects / Keywords:
Folk tales -- 1875
Juvenile literature -- 1875
Bldn -- 1875
Genre:
Folk tales
Juvenile literature
non-fiction   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
United States -- New York -- New York

Notes

General Note:
Caption title: The children in the wood.
General Note:
Verses 1-4 omitted.
Funding:
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

Record Information

Source Institution:
University of Florida
Holding Location:
Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management:
All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier:
aleph - 001853606
oclc - 03053149
notis - AJS7968
lccn - 75330126
System ID:
UF00026608:00001

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THECHILDREN IN THE WOOD.A GENTLEMAN of good accountIn Norfolk dwelt of late,Who did in honor far surmountMost men of his estate.Sore sick he was, and like to die,No help his life could save;His wife by him as sick did lie,And both possessed one grave.No love between these two was lost,Each was to other kind;In love they lived, in love they died,And left two babes behind.The one, a fine and pretty boy,Not passing three years old;The other, a girl more young than he,And framed in beauty's mould.The Baldwin LibraryUnivmRstyWmBB


THE CHILDREN IN THI WOOD.The father left his little son,As plainly doth appear,When he to perfect age should come,Three hundred pounds a year.And to his little daughter Jane,Five hundred pounds in gold,To be paid down on her marriage-day,Which might not be controlled:But if the children chanced 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;Be good unto my boy and girl,No friends else have they here:"And up bespake their mother dear,"O, brother kind," quoth she,"You are the man must bring our babesTo wealth or misery."These speeches then their brother spake,To this sick couple there:"The keeping of your little ones,Sweet sister, do not fear.


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THE CHILDREN IN TIHE WOOD.God never prosper me nor mine,Nor aught else that I have,If I do wrong your children dearWhen you are laid in grave."The parents being dead and gone,The children home he takes,And brings them straight unto his house,Where much of them he makes.He had not kept these pretty DabesA twelvemonth and a. day,But, for their wealth, he did deviseTo make them both away.He bargained with two ruffians strongWhich were of furious mood,That they should take these children young,And slay them in a wood.He told his wife an artful tale:He would the children sendTo be brought up in fair London,With one that was his friend.Away then went those pretty oabes,Rejoicing at that tide,Rejoicing with a merry mindThey should on cock-horse ride.


TRE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD0They prate and prattle pleasantly,As they rode on the way,To those that should their butchers be,And work their lives' decay.So that the pretty speech they had,Made murder's heart relent:And they that undertook the deed,Full sore did now repent.Yet one of them, more hard of heart,Did vow to do his charge,Because the wretch that hired him,Had paid him very large.The other won't agree thereto,So here they fall to strife;"With one another they did fight,About the children's life.And he that was of mildest mood,Did slay the other there,"Within an unfrequented wood:The babes did quake for fear.He took the children by the hand,Tears standing in their eye.And bade them straightway follow him,And lock, they did not cry;


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THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD.And two long miles he led them on,While they for food complain:"Stay here," quoth he, "I'll bring you bread,"When I come back again."These pretty babes, with hand in handWent wandering up and down;But never more could see the manApproaching from the town.Thus wandered these poor innocentsTill death did end their grief,In one another's arms they died,As wanting due relief:No burial this pretty pairOf any man receives,Till Robin Redbreast piouslyDid cover them with leaves.And now the heavy wrath of GodUpon their uncle fell;Yea, fearful fiends did haunt his house,His conscience felt an hell:His barns were fired, his goods consumed,His lands were barren made,His cattle died within the field,And nothing with him stayed.


THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD.And in the voyage to PortugalTwo of his sons did die;And to conclude, himself was broughtTo want and misery.He pawned and mortgaged all his landEre seven years came about,And now at length this wicked actDid by this means come out:The fellow that did take in handThese children for to kill,Was for a robbery judged to die,Such was God's blessed will.Who did confess the very truth,As here hath been displayed:Their uncle having died in jail,Where he for debt was laid.You that executors be made,And overseers ekeOf children that be fatherless,And infants mild and meek;Take you example by this thing,And yield to each his right,Lest God with such like miseryYour wicked minds requite.


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THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD. A GENTLEMAN of good account In Norfolk dwelt of late, Who did in honor far surmount Most men of his estate. Sore sick he was, and like to die, No help his life could save; His wife by him as sick did lie, And both possessed one grave. No love between these two was lost, Each was to other kind; In love they lived, in love they died, And left two babes behind. The one, a fine and pretty boy, Not passing three years old; The other, a girl more young than he, And framed in beauty's mould. The Baldwin Library UnivmRsty WmBB



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THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD. And two long miles he led them on, While they for food complain: "Stay here," quoth he, "I'll bring you bread, "When I come back again." These pretty babes, with hand in hand Went wandering up and down; But never more could see the man Approaching from the town. Thus wandered these poor innocents Till death 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 Redbreast piously 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 an hell: His barns were fired, his goods consumed, His lands were barren made, His cattle died within the field, And nothing with him stayed.



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THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD. And in the voyage to Portugal Two of his sons did die; And to conclude, himself was brought To want and misery. He pawned and mortgaged all his land Ere seven years came about, And now at length this wicked act Did by this means come out: The fellow that did take in hand These children for to kill, Was for a robbery judged to die, Such was God's blessed will. Who did confess the very truth, As here hath been displayed: Their uncle having died in jail, Where he for debt was laid. You that executors be made, And overseers eke Of children that be fatherless, And infants mild and meek; Take you example by this thing, And yield to each his right, Lest God with such like misery Your wicked minds requite.



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THE CHILDREN IN THI WOOD. The father left his little son, As plainly doth appear, When he to perfect age should come, Three hundred pounds a year. And to his little daughter Jane, Five hundred pounds in gold, To be paid down on her marriage-day, Which might not be controlled: But if the children chanced 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; Be good unto my boy and girl, No friends else have they here:" And up bespake their mother dear, "O, brother kind," quoth she, "You are the man must bring our babes To wealth or misery." These speeches then their brother spake, To this sick couple there: "The keeping of your little ones, Sweet sister, do not fear.



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TRE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD0 They prate and prattle pleasantly, As they rode on the way, To those that should their butchers be, And work their lives' decay. So that the pretty speech they had, Made murder's heart relent: And they that undertook the deed, Full sore did now repent. Yet one of them, more hard of heart, Did vow to do his charge, Because the wretch that hired him, Had paid him very large. The other won't agree thereto, So here they fall to strife; "With one another they did fight, About the children's life. And he that was of mildest mood, Did slay the other there, "Within an unfrequented wood: The babes did quake for fear. He took the children by the hand, Tears standing in their eye. And bade them straightway follow him, And lock, they did not cry;



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THE CHILDREN IN TIHE WOOD. God never prosper me nor mine, Nor aught else that I have, If I do wrong your children dear When you are laid in grave." The parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes, And brings them straight unto his house, Where much of them he makes. He had not kept these pretty Dabes A twelvemonth and a. day, But, for their wealth, he did devise To make them both away. He bargained with two ruffians strong Which were of furious mood, That they should take these children young, And slay them in a wood. He told his wife an artful tale: He would the children send To be brought up in fair London, With one that was his friend. Away then went those pretty oabes, Rejoicing at that tide, Rejoicing with a merry mind They should on cock-horse ride.



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if THE PARENT'S DEATH,