=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._