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Stay here, quoth he, I'll bring you bread
when I come back again.
Then hand in hand, these pretty babes,
went wandering up and down,
But they could never see the man
approaching from the town.
Their pretty lips with blackberries,
were ail together dy'd,
And when the darksome night came on,
they sat them down and cried,
Thus wandered these pretty babes,
till death did end their grief.
In one another's arms they died,
as babes wanting relief.
No burial these children did
of any man receive,
Till Robin red-breast carefully,
did cover them o'er with leaves.
Now mark the heavy wrath of God
upon the uncle fell,
For fearful feiuds did haunt his house,
his conscience burnt in hell
His barns were burnt, his goods consum'd.
his lands were barren made,
His cattle all died in the fields,
and nothing with him staid:
And in a voyage to Portugal,
