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God bless you both, my children dear,
and so the tears did fall
Those speeches that the uncle made
to that sick couple there,
The keeping of your children small,
dear sister do not fear
God never prosper me nor mine,
nor ought that I e'er have,
If do wrong your children dear,
when you are laid in grave.
Their parents being dead and gone,
the children he did take
With him unto his dwelling house,
and much of them did make.
He had not kept these children small,
a twelve month and and day,
But for their money he devis'd,
to make them both away.
He bargain'd with two russians,
who were of furious mood,
For to take these children small,
and kill them in a wood
He told his wife and children all,
he would the children send
To be brought up in fair London,
with one that was a friend.
PART II.
THESE pretty babes away they went,
