Oh don't you remember, a long time ago,
those poor little babes, their names I don't know.
Were carried away on a bright summers day,
and left in the woods, i heard people say.
And when they were lost, so sad was their plight,
the sun had gone down, and the moon gave no light.
They sobbed and they sighed, those little tykes cried,
those poor little babes, laid down and died.
And when they were dead, the robin so red,
took strawberry leaves, and over them spread.
And all the night long, the wind sang them a song,
those poor little babes, those poor little babes.