Who'll carry the link?
I, said the Linnet,
I'll fetch it in a minute,
I'll carry the link.
This is the Linnet,
And a link with fire in it.
Who'll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove,
For I mourn for my love,
I'll be chief mourner.
This is the Dove,
Who Cock Robin did love.
Who'll sing a psalm?
I, said the Thrush,
As she sat in a bush,
I'll sing a psalm.
This is the Thrush,
Singing psalms from a bush.