Thus wandered these two prettye babes,
Till death did end their grief;
In one another’s armes they dyed,
As babes wanting relief.
No burial these prettye babes
Of any man receives,
Till Robin-redbreast painfully
Did cover them with leaves.
In one another’s arms they dyed.
R. Caldecott’s Picture Book No 2
The Farmer’s Boy
SING A SONG for SIX PENCE
The 3 Jovial Huntsmen
The Queen of Hearts