He had not kept these pretty babes He bargain'd with two ruffians rude, That they should take the children young, He told his wife, and all he had, To be brought up in fair London, Away then went these pretty babes, To those that should their butchers be, So that the pretty speech they had, Yet one of them, more hard of heart, Because the wretch that hired him The other would not agree thereto, He took the children by the hand, And two long miles he led them on, While they for food complain; Stay here, (quoth he) I'll bring you bread, • When I do come again.' These pretty babes, with hand in hand, Went wandering up and down ; Their pretty lips, with black-berries, Thus wandered these two pretty babes, No burial these pretty babes Of any man receives, Till Robin-red-breast, painfully, And now the heavy wrath of God Yea, fearful fiends did haunt his house, His barns were fir'd, his goods consum'd, His cattle died within the field, And in the voyage to Portugal, And, to conclude, himself was brought He pawn'd and mortgag'd all his land, And now at length this wicked act The fellow that did take in hand The which is here express'd: All you that be executors made, And overseeers eke, Of children that be fatherless, BALLAD XIV. GEORGE BARNWEL. ALL youths of fair England, Regard my story that I tell, A London lad I was, A merchant's prentice bound, My name George Barnwel, that did spend My master many a pound. Take heed of harlots then, And their enticing trains; For by that means I have been brought To hang alive in chains. As I, upon a day, Was walking through the street, About my master's business, I did a wanton meet. A gallant dainty dame, And sumptuous in attire, With smiling looks she greeted me, Which when I had declar'd, ; She gave me then a kiss "In faith, my boy, (quoth she) Such news I can you tell, As shall rejoice your very heart, 'Then come where I do dwell.' 'Fair mistress, (then said I,) 'To gather moneys in, ‹ That is my master's due: And, ere that I do home return, 'I'll come and visit you.' 'Good Barnwel, (then quoth she) ́ And trust me on my truth, 'If thou keep touch with me, 'For thy friend's sake, and as my own heart, 'Thou shalt right welcome be.' |