2
She leaned her back against the stile,
There she had two pretty babes born.
3
And she had nothing to lap ’em in,
But she had a penknife sharp and keen.
4
. . . . . . . .
There she stabbed them right through the heart.
5
2
She leaned her back against the stile,
There she had two pretty babes born.
3
And she had nothing to lap ’em in,
But she had a penknife sharp and keen.
4
. . . . . . . .
There she stabbed them right through the heart.
5