But never more they saw the Man, approaching from the Town:
Their prity lips with Black berries, were all besmear'd and dy'd,
And when they saw the darksome night, they sat them down and cry'd.
Thus wandered these two prity Babes, till death did end their grief;
In one another's arms they dy'd as Babes wanting Relief;
No Burial these prity Babes of any Man receives,
Till Robin red breast painfully, did cover them with Leaves.
And now the heavy Wrath of God upon their Uncle fell,
Yea, fearful Fiends did haunt his house, his Conscience felt an Hell:
His barns were fir'd, his goods consum'd, his lands were barren made,