7 'O pretty babes, pretty babes, will you be mine?
You shall be clothed in scarlet so fine,
And ye shall drink ale, beer and wine.'
8 'We are three angels, as other angels be,
And the hotest place in hell is reserved for thee.'
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Pepys Ballads, V, 4, No 2, from a transcript in the Percy Papers.
1 There was a duke's daughter lived in York,
Come bend and bear away the bows of yew
So secretly she loved her father's clark.
Gentle hearts, be to me true.
2 She loved him long and many a day,
Till big with child she went away.
3 She went into the wide wilderness;
Poor she was to be pitied for heaviness.
4 She leant her back against a tree,
And there she endurd much misery.
5 She leant her back against an oak,
With bitter sighs these words she spoke.
6 She set her foot against a thorne,
And there she had two pretty babes born.