And left her three sweet pretty babes
Within the house alone,
30
He beat his breast, he tore his hair,
The tears fell from his eyes,
And in the open streets he run
With heavy doleful cries.
31
And in this sad distracted case
He hangd himself for woe
And left her three sweet pretty babes
Within the house alone,
30
He beat his breast, he tore his hair,
The tears fell from his eyes,
And in the open streets he run
With heavy doleful cries.
31
And in this sad distracted case
He hangd himself for woe