Lyttel Boy (The). A troublesome baby that always clung to his busy mother although she bade him “runne and play.”

“He wolde not goe, but tarrying soe

Ben allwais in the way”—

until he was taken out of the way, to heaven.

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“And then a moder felt her heart

How that it ben to-torne,—

She kissed each day till she ben gray,

The shoon he use to worn:

No bairn let hold untill her gown,