The Bullfinch walk’d by Robin, and thus to him did say,
“Pray, mark, friend Robin Redbreast, that Goldfinch dress’d so gay;—
“What though her gay apparel becomes her very well;
Yet Jenny’s modest dress and look must bear away the bell!”
Then came the Bride and Bridegroom; quite plainly was she dress’d,
And blush’d so much, her cheeks were as red as Robin’s breast.
But Robin cheer’d her up; “My pretty Jen,” said he,
“We’re going to be married, and happy we shall be.”
The Goldfinch came on next, to give away the Bride;
The Linnet, being bride’s-maid, walk’d by Jenny’s side.
And as she was a-walking, said, “Upon my word,
I think that your Cock Robin is a very pretty bird!”
“And will you have her, Robin, to be your wedded wife?”
“Yes, I will,” says Robin, “and love her all my life.”
“And you will have him, Jenny, your husband now to be?”
“Yes, I will,” says Jenny, “and love him heartily.”
The Blackbird and the Thrush, and charming Nightingale,
Whose sweet jug sweetly echoes through every grove and dale;—