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Alas! in winter, dead and dark,
Where can poor Robin go?
I dreaded that first robin so,
But he is mastered now,
Laid out for death, let thy last kindness be
With leaves and moss-work for to cover me:
But I'll do my best a gude wife ay to be,
For auld Robin Gray he is kind unto me.
Who killed Cock Robin?
I, said the sparrow,
With my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.
Either I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
Called Robin Goodfellow.
A Robin Redbreast in a cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
In spring more mortal singers than belong
To any one place cover us with song.
Wake from thy nest, robin redbreast!
Sing, birds, in every furrow,
Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat
Poor robin-redbreast tunes his note;
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