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With lips as cold as any ſtone,
ſhe kiſs'd her children ſmall
God bleſs you both my children dear,
with that the tears did fall.
Thele ſpeeches that the brother ſpake,
to the ſick couple there,
The keeping of your children dear,
ſweet ſiſter do not fear;
God never proſper me nor mine,
nor ought elſe that I have,
If I do wrong your children dear,
when you are laid in grave.
Their parents being dead and gone,
their children home he takes
And brings them home into his houſe,
and much of them he makes.
He had not kept theſe pretty babes,
a twelvemonth and a day,
But for their wealth he did deviſe,
to make them both away.
He bargain'd with two ruffians rude,
which were of furious mood,
That they ſhould take theſe children both,
and ſlay them in a wood.
Then told his wife, and all he had,
he did the children ſend,
To be brought up in fair London,
with one that was friend.
