THE ROBIN IN WINTER.
Little Robin, welcome here,
Welcome to my frugal cheer;
Winter chills thy mossy bed,
Come then daily, and be fed.
Little Robin, fear no harm,
Dread not here the least alarm;
All will share with you their bread,
Come then daily, and be fed.
Little Robin, let thy song
Now and then thy stay prolong;
We will give thee food instead,
Come then daily, and be fed.
FOUR LITTLE BOYS.
Come, let us play,
Said Tommy Gay;
Well, then, What at
Said Simon Pratt;
At trap and ball,
Said Neddy Hall;
Well, so we will,
Said Billy Gill.
For cakes I’ll play,
Said Tommy Gay;
I’m one for that,
Said Simon Pratt;
I’ll bring them all,
Said Neddy Hall;
And I’ll sit still,
Said Billy Gill.