The book of British ballads . Wbz ©inform in tije MooU. »v« up) m^. Their prettye lippes with black-berries,Were all besmeard and dyed, And when they sawe the darksome night,They sat them downe and cryed. Thus wandered these two pretty babes, Till deathe did end their grief,In one anothers armes they dyed, As babes wanting relief:No burial these pretty babes Of any man receives,Till robin-red-breast painfully Did cover them with leaves. And now the heavy wrathe of God Upon their uncle fell;Yea, fearfull fiends did haunt his house, His conscience felt an hell:His barnes were fired, his goods co
The book of British ballads . Wbz ©inform in tije MooU. »v« up) m^. Their prettye lippes with black-berries,Were all besmeard and dyed, And when they sawe the darksome night,They sat them downe and cryed. Thus wandered these two pretty babes, Till deathe did end their grief,In one anothers armes they dyed, As babes wanting relief:No burial these pretty babes Of any man receives,Till robin-red-breast painfully Did cover them with leaves. And now the heavy wrathe of God Upon their uncle fell;Yea, fearfull fiends did haunt his house, His conscience felt an hell:His barnes were fired, his goods consumd, His landes were barren made,His cattle dyed within the field, And nothing with him stayd. And in the voyage of Portugal Two of his sonnes did dye ;And to conclude, himself was brought Unto much miserye :He pawnd and mortgaged all his land Ere seven years came now at length this wicked act Did by this meanes come out: The fellowe, that did take in hand These children for to kill,Was for a robbery judgd to dye, As was Gods blessed will:Who did conf
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