Who'll be the Clerk?
I, said the Lark,
If 'tis not in the dark,
And I'll be the Clerk.
Behold the little Lark,
Says Amen like a Clerk.
Who'll carry him to his grave?
I, said the Kite,
If 'tis not in the night,
I'll carry him to his grave.
Behold the noble Kite,
About to take his flight.
Who'll carry the link?
I, said the Linnet,
Will fetch it in a minute,
And I'll carry the link.
Here's the Linnet with the light,
Although it is not night.
Who'll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove;
For I mourn for my love;
And I'll be chief mourner.