Francis James Child

“ We saw none of your bread and wine.
"We saw none of your ferra cow's milk,
Nor wore we of your finest silk."
"O bonny babies, can ye tell me,
What sort of death for you I must die?"
"Yes, cruel mother, we'll tell to thee,
What sort of death for us you must die. ”

“ Refrain:Gentle hearts, be to me true.
She loved him long and many a day,
Till big with child she went away.
She went into the wide wilderness;
Poor she was to be pitied for heaviness.
She leant her back against a tree,
And there she endurd much misery.
She leant her back against an oak,
With bitter sighs these words she spoke.
She set her foot against a thorne,
And there she had two pretty babes born. ”

“ She saw two pretty babes playing with a ball.
"Pretty babes, pretty babes, if you were mine,
I'd dress you up in silks so fine."
"Dear mother, dear mother, [when we were thine,]
You dressed us not in silks so fine.
"Here we go to the heavens so high,
You'll go to bad when you do die." ”