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THE CHILDREN IN THE "WOOD. 131'
With lippes as cold as any stone,
They kist their children small: " God bless you both, my children deare;" m
With that the teares did fall.
These speeches then their brother spake
To this sicke couple there : " The keeping of your little ones,
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."
The parents being dead and gone, 65
The children home he takes, And bringes them straite unto his house,
Where much of them he makes. He had not kept these pretty babes
A twelvemonth and a daye, ro
But, for their wealth, he did devise
To make them both awaye.
He bargain'd with two ruffians strong,
Which were of furious mood, That they should take these children young,
And slaye them in a wood. re
He told his wife an artful tale.
He would the children send