Shrubland Hall. |
Deep seated in a flowery vale,
Beside a woody dell,
Stood Shrubland Hall, where, says the tale,
A worthy pair did dwell.
The Children with their Parents |
Two beauteous babes this happy pair,
To crown their loves had got:
The proudest monarch on his throne,
Might envy them their lot.
The Uncle Taking the Children. |
But death, in midst of all their joys,
Did seize this loving pair,
Who, dying, left their girl and boy,
Unto an Uncle's care.
The Uncle Bribing the Ruffians |
But to their fortunes he aspired,
And to secure his prey,
How two unfeeling Ruffians hired
To take their lives away.
The Ruffians with the Children. |
These wretches, cruel, fierce and bold,
Conveyed them to a wood,
There, for the sake of filthy gold,
To shed their infant blood.
The Ruffians Fighting. |
But one his purpose did repent,
Before the deed was done,
And slew the other Ruffian there,
Then left the babes alone.
The Children in the Wood. |
Their little hearts with terror sank,
With hunger, too, they cried,
At length upon a flowery bank
They laid them down, and died.
The Children's Death. |
The Redbreasts, in their clustering bowers,
Sung mournful on each spray,
And there with leaves and fragrant flowers,
O'erspread them as they lay.