Who'll carry the link?
I, said the Linnet,
I'll fetch it in a minute,
I'll carry the link.
Who'll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove,
For I mourn for my love,
I'll be chief mourner.
Who'll sing a psalm?
I, said the Thrush,
As I sit in a bush,
I'll sing a psalm.
Who'll toll the bell?
I, said the Bull,
Because I can pull,
So, Cock Robin, farewell.
All the birds of the air
Fell a sighing and sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll
For poor Cock Robin.
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