The Babes in the Wood [1]
My dear do you know,
How 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 people say,
Poor Babes in the Wood! Poor Babes in the Wood!
Oh! 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 sobbed and they sighed,
And they bitterly cried,
And the poor little things,
They lay down and died.
Poor Babes in the Wood! Poor Babes in the Wood!
Oh! don’t you remember the Babes in the Wood?
And when they were dead,
The robins so red,
Brought strawberry leaves,
And over them spread;
And 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!
Oh! don’t you remember the Babes in the Wood?
[1] “BABES IN THE WOOD”, retrieved September 14, 2006 from http://www.rjohnwright.com/babesinthewood.html
Mother Goose’s “Babes in the Wood” was first published as a ballad by Thomas Millington in 1595.


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