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And brought one child under his arm,
his deareſt blood to ſpill.
The child ſeeing his father there,
to him for help did call,
O father, help my mother dear,
we ſhall be killed all!
Then fell the Lord upon his knees,
and did the Moor intreat
To ſave the life of his poor child,
whoſe fear as then was great.
But the vile wretch the little child
by both the heels did take,
And daſh'd its brains againſt the wall,
while parents' hearts did quake.
That being dead he ſtraightway ran.
the other child to fetch,
And pluckt it from its mother's breaſt,
most like a cruel wretch:
Into one hand a knife he brought,
the child into the other,
And holding it over the wall,
ſaid, Thus die ſhall thy mother.
With that he cut the throat of it!
to its father he did call,
To look how he the head had cut,
that down the brains did fall!!!
This done, he' throws it o'er the wall,
