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The TWO BABES in the WOOD.
NOW ponder well you parents dear,
the words that I ſhall write,
A woeful ſtory you ſhall hear,
in time brought forth of late.
A gentleman of good account,
in Norfolk dwelt of late,
Whole means and riches did ſurmount
moſt men of his eſtate.
Sore ſick he was, and like to die,
no help then could he have,
His wife with him as ſick did ly,
and both poſſeſs'd one grave.
No love betwist theſe two were loſt,
each was to other kind,
In love they liv'd, in love they dy'd,
and left two Babes behind.
The one a fine and pretty boy,
not palling three years old;
The other a girl more young than he,
and made in beauty's mould.
The father left his little ſon,
as plainly doth appear,
When he to perfect age doth come,
three hundred pounds a year.
