And two long miles he ledd them on, While they for food complaine: “Stay here,” quoth he, “I’ll bring ye bread, When I come back againe.” [Illustration] These prettye babes, with hand in hand, Went wandering up and downe; [Illustration] But never more they sawe the man Approaching from the town. [Illustration] [Illustration] Their prettye lippes with blackberries Were all besmear’d and dyed; And when they sawe the darksome night, They sat them downe and cryed. [Illustration] 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, [Illustration] Till Robin-redbreast painfully Did cover them with leaves. [Illustration: IN ONE ANOTHER’S ARMS THEY DYED.] [Illustration: R. Caldecott’s Picture Book No 2 The Farmer’s Boy SING A SONG for SIX PENCE The 3 JOVIAL HUNTSMEN The QUEEN of HEARTS ] [Illustration: The Three Jovial Huntsmen ONE OF R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS] THE THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN. [Illustration] [Illustration] It’s of three jovial huntsmen, an’ a hunting they did go; An’ they hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ they blew their horns also. Look ye there! [Illustration] An’ one said, “Mind yo’r e’en, an’ keep yo’r noses reet i’ th’ wind. An’ then, by scent or seet, we’ll leet o’ summat to our mind.” Look ye there! [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] They hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ the first thing they did find Was a tatter’t boggart, in a field, an’ that they left behind. Look ye there! One said it was a boggart, an’ another he said “Nay; It’s just a ge’man-farmer, that has gone an’ lost his way.” Look ye there! [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] They hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ the next thing they did find Was a gruntin’, grindin’ grindlestone, an’ that they left behind. Look ye there! One said it was a grindlestone, another he said “Nay; It’s nought but an’ owd fossil cheese, that somebody’s roll’t away.” Look ye there! [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] They hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ the next thing they did find Was a bull-calf in a pin-fold, an’ that, too, they left behind. Look ye there! One said it was a bull-calf, an’ another he said “Nay; It’s just a painted jackass, that has never larnt to bray.” Look ye there! [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration]