Summary

The Babes in the Wood (1800)

For fear a spoon would spoil my mouth,
⁠She fed me with a quill,
⁠Such a beauty, &c.
Now the plague of being handsome,
⁠Upon my soul it's true,
I cud wash mysel' as ugly, oy,
⁠As ony yаn o' yau.
Source: Wikisource

The Babes in the Wood

And when they sawe the darksome night,
They sat them downe and cryed.
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.
Randolph Caldecott’s Picture Books
“The humour of Randolph Caldecott’s drawings is simply irresistible, no healthy-minded man, woman, or child could look at them without laughing.”
In square crown 4to, picture covers, with numerous coloured plates.
Source: Gutenberg

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