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The one a fine and pretty boy,
Not passing three years old :
And made in beauty's mould.
As plainly doth appear,
Three hundred pounds a year;
Five hundred pounds in gold,
Which might not be controllid,
Ere they to age should come, Their uncle shonld possess their wealth :
For so the will did run,
“Now, brother,' said the dying man,
• Look to my children dear; Be good unto my boy and girl,
No friends else I have here : To God and you I do commend
My children night and day; But little while, be sure, we have
Within this world to stay. «You must be father and mother both,
And uncle, all in one ; God knows what will become of them
When I am dead and gone.' With that bespake their mother dear :
O brother kind,' quoth she, "You are the man must bring our babes
To wealth or misery.
. And if you keep them carefully,
Then God will you reward ; If otherwise you seem to deal,
God will your deeds regard.' With lips as cold as any stone
She kiss'd her children small: God bless you both, my children dear!"
With that the tears did fall.
These speeches then their brother spoke
To this sick couple there :
Sweet sister, do not fear ;
Nor anght else that I have,
When you are laid in grave!'
The children home he takes,
And much of them he makes.
A twelvemonth and a day,
Which were of furious mood,
And slay them in a wood,
He did the children send
With one that was his friend.
Away then went these pretty babes,
Rejoicing at that tide; Rejoicing with a merry mind,
They should on cock-horse ride.
As they rode on the way,
And work their lives' decay.
Made murd'rers' hearts relent;
Fuß sore they did repent.
Did vow to do his charge,
Had paid him very large.
So here they fell at strife;
About the childrens' life.
Did slay the other there,
While babes did quake for fear.
When tears stood in their eye;
And look they did not cry:
While they for food complain :
These pretty babes with hand in hand
Went wand'ring up and down : But never more they saw the man
Approaching from the town. Their pretty lips with blackberries
Were all besmeard and dy'd ;
They sat them down and cried.
Till death did end their grief;
As babes wanting relief.
Of any man receives,
Did cover them with leaves.
Upon their uncle fell;
His conscience felt a hell.
His lands were barren made, His cattle died within the field,
And nothing with him staid. And, in the voyage of Portugal,
Two of his sons did die ;
To extreme misery :
Ere seven years came about,
Did by this means come out:
The fellow that did take in hand
These children for to kill, Was for a robbery judg’d to die,
As was God's blessed will; Who did confess the very truth,
The which is here express’d;
In prison long did rest.
And overseers eke,
And infants mild and meek :
And give to each his right; Lest God with such like misery,
Your wicked minds requite. Anonymous.
Our lives and safeties all!
In Chevy Chase befal.
To drive the deer with hound and horn
Earl Percy took his way;
The hunting of that day.
The stout earl of Northumberland
A vow to God did make,
Three summer's days to take;