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| The Babes in the Wood |
My dears, you must know,
That a long time ago,
Two poor little children
Whose names I don't know,
Were stolen away
On a fine summer's day,
And left in a wood,
As I've heard the folk say.
Poor Babes in the Wood!
Poor Babes in the Wood!
Don't you remember
The Babes in the Wood?
And when it was night,
So sad was their plight,
The sun it went down,
And the moon gave no light;
They sobb'd and they sigh'd
And they bitterly cried,
And the poor little things
They then lay down and died.
Poor Babes in the Wood!
Poor Babes in the Wood!
Don't you remember
The Babes in the Wood?
And when they were dead,
The robins so red,
Brought strawberry leaves
To over them spread,
Then all the day long
The branches among,
They mournfully whistled,
And this was their song:
Poor Babes in the Wood!
Poor Babes in the Wood!
Don't you remember
The Babes in the Wood?
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