The book of British ballads . e two was lost, Each was to other kinde,In love they lived, in love they dyed,And left two babes behinde : The one a fine and pretty boy, Not passing three yeares olde ;The other a girl more young than he, And made in beautyes father left his little son, As plainlye doth appeare,When he to perfect age should come,Three hundred poundes a yeare. And to his little daughter Jane, Two hundred poundes in gold,To be paid downe on marriage-day,Which might not be controlld :But if the children chance to dye,Ere they to age should come,Their uncle should possesse
The book of British ballads . e two was lost, Each was to other kinde,In love they lived, in love they dyed,And left two babes behinde : The one a fine and pretty boy, Not passing three yeares olde ;The other a girl more young than he, And made in beautyes father left his little son, As plainlye doth appeare,When he to perfect age should come,Three hundred poundes a yeare. And to his little daughter Jane, Two hundred poundes in gold,To be paid downe on marriage-day,Which might not be controlld :But if the children chance to dye,Ere they to age should come,Their uncle should possesse their wealth ;For so the wille did run. Now, brother, said the dying man, Look to my children deare ;Be good unto my boy and girl, No friendes else have they here :To God and you I do commendMy children night and day ;A little while be sure we this world to staye. You must be father and mother both, And uncle all in one ;God knowes what will become of them,When I am dead and gone. Herbert. A B A. del 16 ^^^^^^^^^^. ®ty ©inform m tfie WLofti. With that bespake their mother deare, O brother kinde, quoth shee, • You are the man must bring my babesTo wealth or miserie : If you do keep them carefully, Then God will you reward ;If otherwise you seem to deal, God will your deedes lippes as cold as any stone, They kist the children small: God bless you both, my children deare ! With that the teares did fall. These speeches then their brother spoke To this sicke couple there : The keeping of your children dear Sweet sister, do not feare :God never prosper me nor mine, Nor aught else that I have,If I do wrong your children deare, When you are layd in grave. Their parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes,And brings them both unto his house, Where much of them he had not kept these pretty babes A twelvemonth and a daye,But, for their wealth, he did devise To make them both awaye. He bargaind with two ruffians rude, Which were of furious m
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