Perhaps you don't know but a long time ago, there were three little babes, that were stolen away. They were stolen away, on a bright sunny day, and left in the woods, so I've heard people say.
They cried and they cried. All day they cried. And when it grew dark, they laid down and died. When they were dead, the robin so red, brought strawberry leaves and over them spread.
And all the next day you could hear their sad cries.
Poor Babes in the woods.
Poor Babes in the woods.

My grandmother sang it to my mom as a lullaby when she was a child - my mother sang it to me and I sang it to my children. I don't know the origin but grandmother was from Kerry county Ireland and passed away 3 years ago at the age of 99. Maybe that helps