The book of British ballads . 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 mood,That they should take the children young, And slay the
The book of British ballads . 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 mood,That they should take the children young, And slay them in a told his wife, and all he had, He would the children sendTo be brought up in faire London, With one that was his friend. Herbert, A R A. del. » ©ftflfown m $e motto. Away then went the pretty babes, Rejoycing at that tide,Rejoycing with a merry minde, They should on cock-horse prate and prattle pleasantly, As they rode on the waye,To those that should their butchers be, And work their lives decaye :. So that the pretty speeche they had, Made murtherers heart relent:And they that tooke the deed to do, Full sore they did one of them more hard of heart, Did vowe to do his charge,Because the wretch, that hired him, Had paid him very large. The other would not agree thereto, So here they fell at strife ;With one another they did fight, About the childrens life :And he that was of mildest mood, Did slaye the other there,Within an unfrequented wood ; Where babes did quake for feare ! He took the children by the hand, When teares stood in their eye,And bade them come and go with him, And look they did not crye :And two long miles he ledd them thus, While they for bread complaine : Stay here, quoth he, I 11 bring ye bread, When I do come againe. These pretty babes, with hand in hand,Went wandering up and downe ; But never more they sawe the manApproaching from the town ;
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