Poor Babes in the Woods

José do you know that a long time ago

There were three little children whose names I don't know

They were stolen away on a bright summer's day

And left in the woods in a place far away

And when it was night

So sad was their plight

The stars were not out and the moon gave no light

They sobbed and they sighed

And they bitterly cried

Poor babes in the woods

Poor babes in the woods