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And to his little daughter Jean,
two hundred pounds of gold,
To be paid down on marriage day,
which might not be controul'd;
But if his children chanc'd to die,
ere they to age ſhould come,
Their uncle ſhould receive their wealth,
and thus the will did run.
Now brother, ſaid the dying man,
look to my children dear,
Be good unto my boy and girl,
no friend elſe have I here.
To God and you I do commend,
my children night and day;
A little while we have. 'tis ſure,
within this world to ſtay.
You muſt be Father and Mother both,
and Uncle all in one;
God knows what will become of them,
when I am dead and gone.
With that then ſpoke the Mother dear,
my Brother kind, quoth ſhe,
Thou art the man muſt bring my Babes,
to wealth or miſery
If you do keep them carefully,
then God will you reward,
If otherwiſe you ſeem to deal,
God will your deeds regard.
