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My dears, you know how,
That a long time ago,
Two poor little children
whose names I don't know,
Were stolen away
Ｏn a bright summer's day
And lost in the wood,
As I have heard the folk say.
Poor poor babes in the wood!
Poor 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 the poor little things
They then lay down and died.
Poor poor babes in the wood!
Poor poor babes in the wood!
Don’t you
remember
The babes in the wood?
And when they were dead,
The robin so red,
Brought pretty green leaves
To over them spread,
Then all the night long,
The branches among,
They mournfully whistled,
And this was their song:
Poor poor babes in the wood!
Poor poor babes in the wood!
Don’t you
remember
The babes in the wood?
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