Oh, they’ve murdered all the children,
While they were still young,
Though innocent and weak,
They sacrificed their young lives!
While their blood flows,
While their soul hereto lingers,
Oh, they’re killed all little poor things,
Whilst their raisers still weep!
Now they’re gone all pure souls,
And how their faces still shine,
Through all this outrage,
They see nothing to grieve!
Farewell all little ones,
And may ye rest in peace,
For ye was too small to be guilty,
Of any sins you had be!