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THE ROBIN.
Pretty robin, sweetly sing,Pleasant music all the spring;
For thy pretty warbling voice,
Seems to bid us all rejoice.
Sweetly warble when the thorn,
Milk-white flow'rs so fair adorn;
Then, to bless the summer bright,
Charm the morning—cheer the night.
Milk-white flow'rs so fair adorn;
Then, to bless the summer bright,
Charm the morning—cheer the night.
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Pretty robin—do not roam,
Far away at harvest home,
But remain, and sweetly sing,
As in summer and in spring.
Far away at harvest home,
But remain, and sweetly sing,
As in summer and in spring.
Sing when snow is on the land,
And, if food is not at hand,
For thy song so sweet and free,
Thou shalt have a share with me.
And, if food is not at hand,
For thy song so sweet and free,
Thou shalt have a share with me.
Thou art welcome thus to stay,
Till the winter pass away;
Then, when comes the merry spring,
Go into the woods and sing.
Till the winter pass away;
Then, when comes the merry spring,
Go into the woods and sing.
Build retired thy little nest,
There in peace and safety rest,
Till thy fully feathered young
Learn to sing as thou hast sung.
There in peace and safety rest,
Till thy fully feathered young
Learn to sing as thou hast sung.
And, when summer time is past,
When comes on the winter blast,
When the snow is on the plain,
Pretty robin—come again.
When comes on the winter blast,
When the snow is on the plain,
Pretty robin—come again.
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