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THE ROBIN REDBREAST.

1

Poor Robin sits and sings alone
When showers of driving sleet,
By the cold winds of winter blown,
The cottage casement beat.

2

Come, let him share our chimney nook,
And dry his dripping wing;
See, little Mary shuts her book,
And cries, “Poor Robin, sing!”

3

Methinks I hear his faint reply:
When cowslips deck the plain,
The lark shall carol in the sky,
And I shall sing again.

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4

But in the cold and wintry day,
To you I owe a debt,
That in the sunshine of the May
I never can forget!