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The Children in the Wood
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OW ponder well, you parents dear, These words which I shall write; A doleful story you shall hear,
In time brought forth to light. A gentleman of good account
In Norfolk dwelt of late, Who did in honour far surmount Most men of his estate.
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Sore sick he was and like to die,
No help his life could save; His wife by him as sick did lie,
And both possest one grave. No love between these two was lost,
Each was to other kind ; In love they lived, in love they died,
And left two babes behind:
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The one a fine and pretty boy
Not passing three years old, The other a girl more young than he,
And framed in beauty's mould. The father left his little son,
As plainly did appear, When he to perfect age should come,
Three hundred pounds a year;
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