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And two long miles he led them thus,
while they for bread complain:
Stay here, quoth be, I'll bring you bread,
when I do come again.
The pretty Babies with hand in hand,
went wand'ring up and down,
But never more they ſaw the man
⟨approaching⟩ from the town.
Their pretty lips with black berries,
were all beſmear'd and dy'd,
And when they ſaw the darkſome night,
they ſat them down and cry'd.
Thus wand'red theſe two pretty Babes,
till grief did end their life.
In one another's arms they dy'd,
like babes wanting relief
No burial theſe two pretty Babes
of any man receives
Till Robin Red-Breast painfully
did cover them with leaves.
And now the heavy wrath of God,
upon the Uncle tell,
A fearful fiend did haunt his houſe,
his conſcience felt as hell.
His barns were fir'd, his goods conſum'd,
his lands were barren made;
His cattle dy'd within the houſe,
and nothing with him ſtaid.
