 | Burton Egbert Stevenson - 1915 - 538 страници
...mine, Nor aught else that I have, If I do wrong your children dear, When you are laid in grave." The parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes, And brings them straight into his house, Where much of them he makes. He had not kept these pretty babes A twelvemonth... | |
 | 1918 - 4009 страници
...keeping of your little ones, Sweet sister, do not fear; God never prosper me nor mine, Nor aught else that I have, If I do wrong your children dear, When you are laid in grave." The parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes, And brings them straight into his house,... | |
 | 1918 - 363 страници
...keeping of your little ones, Sweet sister, do not fear ; God never prosper me nor mine, Nor aught else that I have, If I do wrong your children dear When you are laid in grave !" The parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes, And brings them straight unto his house... | |
 | 1880
...of your little ones, Sweet sister, do not Tear. God never prosper me nor mine, Nor aught else that 1 have, If I do wrong your children dear When you are laid in grave." The parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes, And brings them straight unto his house,... | |
 | Arthur Rackham - 1994 - 256 страници
...brother spoke To this sick couple there: 'The keeping of your little ones, Sweet sister, do not fear; If I do wrong your children dear When you are laid in grave!' The parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes, And brings them straight unto his house... | |
 | Henry Harrison Metcalf, John Norris McClintock - 1885
...reveal its pathos and rhythm. The children had been committed by their dying parents to their uncle: The parents being dead and gone The children home he takes. And brings them straile unto his house Where much of them he makes. He had kept these pretty babes A twelve month and... | |
 | 1885
...its pathos and rhythm. The children had been committed by their dying parents to their uncle : The parents being dead and gone The children home he takes. And brings them straite unto his house Where much of them he makes. He had kept these pretty babes A twelve month and... | |
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Sweet sister, do not fear ; God never prosper me nor mine, Nor aught else that I have, If I do wrong your children dear, When you are laid in grave. 
