With that the teares did fall.

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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."

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[Illustration: THEIR PARENTS BEING DEAD & GONE,
THE CHILDREN HOME HE TAKES]

The parents being dead and gone,
The children home he takes,
And bringes them straite unto his house,
Where much of them he makes.

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He had not kept these pretty babes
A twelvemonth and a daye,
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 the children young,
And slaye them in a wood.

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He told his wife an artful tale,
He would the children send
To be brought up in faire London,
With one that was his friend.

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Away then went those pretty babes,
Rejoycing at that tide,
Rejoycing with a merry minde,
They should on cock-horse ride.

[Illustration: AWAY THEN WENT THE PRETTY BABES
REJOYCING AT THAT TIDE]

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They prate and prattle pleasantly
As they rode on the waye,
To those that should their butchers be,
And work their lives' decaye:

So that the pretty speeche they had,
Made murderers' heart relent:
And they that undertooke the deed,
Full sore did now repent.

Yet one of them, more hard of heart,
Did vow to do his charge,
Because the wretch, that hired him,
Had paid him very large.

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The other would not agree thereto,
So here they fell to strife;
With one another they did fight,
About the children's life:

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And he that was of mildest mood,
Did slaye the other there,
Within an unfrequented wood,
Where babes did quake for feare

[Illustration: AND HE THAT WAS OF MILDEST MOOD,
DID SLAYE THE OTHER THERE.]

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He took the children by the hand,
While teares stood in