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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (1863–1944).  The Oxford Book of Ballads.  1910.
 
174. The Children in the Wood
 
 
I

NOW 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        5
  In Norfolk dwelt of late,
Who did in honour far surmount
  Most men of his estate.
 
II

Sore sick he was and like to die,
  No help his life could save;        10
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,        15
  And left two babes behind:
 
III

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.        20
The father left his little son,
  As plainly did appear,
When he to perfect age should come,
  Three hundred pounds a year;
 
IV

And to his little daughter Jane
        25
  Five hundred pounds in gold,
To be paid down on marriage-day,
  Which might not be controll’d.
But if the children chanced to die
  Ere they to age should come,        30
Their uncle should possess their wealth;
  For so the will did run.
 
V

‘Now, brother,’ said the dying man,
  ‘Look to my children dear;
Be good unto my boy and girl,        35
  No friends else have they here:
To God and you I recommend
  My children dear this day;
But little while be sure we have
  Within this world to stay.        40
 
VI

‘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:        45
  ‘O brother kind,’ quoth she,
‘You are the man must bring our babes
  To wealth or misery!
 
VII

‘And if you keep them carefully,
  Then God will you reward;        50
But if you otherwise should deal,
  God will your deeds regard.’
With lips as cold as any stone,
  They kiss’d their children small:
‘God bless you both, my children dear!’        55
  With that the tears did fall.
 
VIII

These speeches then their brother spake
  To this sick couple there:
‘The keeping of your little ones,
  Sweet sister, do not fear;        60
God never prosper me nor mine,
  Nor aught else that I have,
If I do wrong your children dear
  When you are laid in grave!’
 
IX

The parents being dead and gone,
        65
  The children home he takes,
And brings them straight unto his house,
  Where much of them he makes.
He had not kept these pretty babes
  A twelvemonth and a day,        70
But, for their wealth, he did devise
  To make them both away.
 
X

He bargain’d with two ruffians strong,
  Which were of furious mood,
That they should take these children young,        75
  And slay them in a wood.
He told his wife an artful tale:
  He would the children send
To be brought up in London town
  With one that was his friend.        80
 
XI

Away then went those pretty babes,
  Rejoicing at that tide,
Rejoicing with a merry mind
  They should on cock-horse ride.
They prate and prattle pleasantly,        85
  As they ride on the way,
To those that should their butchers be
  And work their lives’ decay:
 
XII

So that the pretty speech they had
  Made Murder’s heart relent;        90
And they that undertook 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 hirèd him        95
  Had paid him very large.
 
XIII

The other won’t agree thereto,
  So here they fall to strife;
With one another they did fight
  About the children’s life:        100
And he that was of mildest mood
  Did slay the other there,
Within an unfrequented wood.—
  The babes did quake for fear!
 
XIV

He took the children by the hand,
        105
  Tears standing in their eye,
And bade them straightway follow him,
  And look they did not cry;
And two long miles he led them on,
  While they for food complain:        110
‘Stay here,’ quoth he; ‘I’ll bring you bread
  When I come back again.’
 
XV

These pretty babes, with hand in hand,
  Went wandering up and down;
But never more could see the man        115
  Approaching from the town.
Their pretty lips with blackberries
  Were all besmear’d and dyed;
And when they saw the darksome night,
  They sat them down and cried.        120
 
XVI

Thus wander’d these poor innocents,
  Till death did end their grief;
In one another’s arms they died,
  As wanting due relief:
No burial this pretty pair        125
  From any man receives,
Till Robin Redbreast piously
  Did cover them with leaves.
 
XVII

And now the heavy wrath of God
  Upon their uncle fell;        130
Yea, fearful fiends did haunt his house,
  His conscience felt an hell:
His barns were fired, his goods consumed,
  His lands were barren made,
His cattle died within the field,        135
  And nothing with him stay’d.
 
XVIII

And in a voyage to Portugal
  Two of his sons did die;
And, to conclude, himself was brought
  To want and misery:        140
He pawn’d and mortgaged all his land
  Ere seven years came about.
And now at last his wicked act
  Did by this means come out.
 
XIX

The fellow that did take in hand
        145
  These children for to kill,
Was for a robbery judged to die,
  Such was God’s blessed will:
Who did confess the very truth,
  As here hath been display’d:        150
The uncle having died in jail,
  Where he for debt was laid.
 
XX

You that executors be made,
  And overseërs eke,
Of children that be fatherless,        155
  And infants mild and meek,
Take you example by this thing,
  And yield to each his right,
Lest God with suchlike misery
  Your wicked minds requite.        160
 

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