My dears, you must know,

That a long time ago,

Two poor little children,

Whose names I don’t know,

Were stolen away

On a fine Summer’s day

And left in the Wood,

As I’ve heard the folks say.

Poor Babes in the Wood!

Poor Babes in the Wood!

Don’t you remember

The Babes in the Wood?

And when it was night

So sad was their plight,

The sun it went down

And the moon gave no light.

They sobbed and they sighed

And they bitterly cried,

And the poor little things

They lay down and died.

Poor Babes in the Wood!

Poor Babes in the Wood!

Don’t you remember

The Babes in the Wood?

And when they were dead

The Robins so red

Brought strawberry leaves

To over them spread.

Then all the day long

The branches among

They mournfully whistled

And this was their song.

Poor Babes in the Wood, etc.