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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 their eye,
And bade them come and go with him,
And look they did not crye:
And two long miles he ledd them on,
While they for food complaine:
"Stay here," quoth he, "I'll bring ye bread,
When I come back againe."
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These prettye babes, with hand in hand,
Went wandering up and downe;
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But never more they sawe the man
Approaching from the town.
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Their prettye lippes with blackberries
Were all besmear'd and dyed;
And when they sawe the darksome night,
They sat them downe and cryed.
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Thus wandered these two prettye babes,
Till death did end their grief;
In one another's armes they dyed,
As babes wanting relief.
No burial these prettye babes
Of any man receives,
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Till Robin-redbreast painfully
Did cover them with leaves.
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