DXLVII. My dear, do you know Two poor little children, Whose names I don't know, Were stolen away on a fine summer's day, And left in a wood, as I've heard people say. And when it was night, So sad was their plight, The sun it went down, And the moon gave no light! They sobb'd and they sigh'd, and they bitterly cried, And the poor little things, they lay down and died. And when they were dead, Brought strawberry leaves, And over them spread; And all the day long, They sung them this song, "Poor babes in the wood! poor babes in the wood! And don't you remember the babes in the wood?" APPENDIX. THE LIFE AND DEATH OF TOM THUMB. FROM A BLACK LETTER COPY, PRINTED IN 1630, IN The Bodleian Library. LIFE AND DEATH OF TOM THUMB. IN Arthur's court Tom Thumb did live, A man of mickle might; The best of all the table round, His stature but an inch in height, Then think you not this little knight Was proved a valiant man? His father was a ploughman plain, Until such time this good old man And there to him his deep desires How in his heart he wish'd to have Of which old Merlin thus foretold, No blood nor bones in him should be, That men should hear him speak, but not But so unseen to go or come,- |