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Who killed Cock Robin? I, said the Sparrow, With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin. |
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Who saw him die? I, said the Fly, With my shiny little eye, I saw him die. |
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Who caught his blood? I, said the Fish, With my little dish, I caught his blood. |
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Who'll make his shroud? I, said the Beetle, With my thread and needle, I'll make the shroud. |
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Who'll dig his grave? I, said the Owl, With my pick and trowel, I'll dig his grave. |
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Who'll be the parson? I, said the Rook, With my little book, I'll be the parson. |
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Who'll be the clerk? I, said the Lark, If it's not in the dark, I'll be the clerk. |
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Who'll carry the link? I, said the Linnet, I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link. |
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Who'll be chief mourner? I, said the Dove, I mourn for my love, I'll be chief mourner. |
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Who'll carry the coffin? I, said the Kite, If it's not through the night, I'll carry the coffin. |
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Who'll bear the pall? We, said the Wren, Both the cock and the hen, We'll bear the pall. |
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Who'll sing a psalm? I, said the Thrush, As she sat on a bush, I'll sing a psalm. |
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Who'll toll the bell? I, said the Bull, Because I can pull, So Cock Robin, farewell. |
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All the birds of the air Fell a-sighing and a-sobbing, When they heard the bell toll For poor Cock Robin. |
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