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And to his little daughter Jean
five hundred pounds in gold,
To be paid down on marriage-day,
which might not be controll'd:
But if the children chance to die,
ere they to age should come,
Their uncle should possess their wealth;
for so the will did run.
Now brother said the dying man,
look to my children dear;
Be good unto my boy and girl,
no friends else have they here:
To God and you I recommend,
my children dear this day;
But little while be sure we have
within this world to stay.
You must be father and mother both,
and uncle all in one;
God knows what will become of them,
when I am dead and gone.
With that bespake their mother dear,
O brother kind quoh fnee,
You are the man must bring my babes
to wealth or misery.
