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Thus wandered these poor innocents,
till death did end their grief,
In one anothers arms they died,
as wanting due relief:
No burial this pretty pair
of any man receives,
Till Robin-red-breast piously
did cover them with leaves.
And now the heavy wrath of God
upon their uncle fell,
Yea fearful fiends did haunt his house,
his concience felt an hell:
His bairns were fired, his house consumed,
his lands were barran made,
His cattle died within the house,
and nothing with him staid.
And in a voyage to Portugal
two of his sons did die;
And to conclude himself was brought
to wart and misery.
He pawn'd and mortgaged all his land
ere seven years camo about.
And now at length this wicked act
of murder it came out.
