=Edited by Madame de Chatelain.=
THE STORY
OF THE
=Death and Burial of c.o.c.k Robin=.
Who kill"d c.o.c.k robin?
I, said the Sparrow, With my bow and arrow, I kill"d c.o.c.k Robin.
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Who saw him die?
I, said the Fly, With my little eye, I saw him die.
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Who caught his blood?
I, said the Fish, With my little dish, I caught his blood.
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Who"ll make his shroud?
I, said the Beetle, With my little needle, I"ll make his shroud.
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Who"ll dig his grave?
I, said the Owl, With my spade and showl, I"ll dig his grave.
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Who"ll be the parson?
I, said the Rook, With my little book, I"ll be the parson.
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Who"ll be the clerk?
I, said the Lark, If it"s not in the dark, I"ll be the clerk.
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Who"ll carry him to the grave?
I, said the Kite, If it"s not in the night, I"ll carry him to the grave.
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Who"ll carry the link?
I, said the Linnet, I"ll fetch it in a minute, I"ll carry the link.
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Who"ll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove, For I mourn for my love, I"ll be chief mourner.
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Who"ll sing a psalm?
I, said the Thrush, As I sit in a bush, I"ll sing a psalm.
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Who"ll toll the bell?
I, said the Bull, Because I can pull, So, c.o.c.k Robin, farewell.
_All the birds of the air Fell a sighing and sobbing, When they heard the bell toll For poor c.o.c.k Robin._