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ROBIN'S SONG.
Sing, Robin Redbreast,
Though you fill our hearts with pain:
Sing, bonny Robin,
Though our tears fall like the rain
For a Lamb far from the fold,
In the wet and wintry mould!
For a Bird out in the cold,
Bird alane! Bird alane!
Though you fill our hearts with pain:
Sing, bonny Robin,
Though our tears fall like the rain
For a Lamb far from the fold,
In the wet and wintry mould!
For a Bird out in the cold,
Bird alane! Bird alane!
Sing, Robin Redbreast!
You are welcome to our door;
Sing, darling Robin,
Merry Larks no longer soar:
Autumn comes with feel of rain,
Mournful odours, wail of pain!
There's a Bird will come again
Nevermore! Nevermore!
You are welcome to our door;
Sing, darling Robin,
Merry Larks no longer soar:
Autumn comes with feel of rain,
Mournful odours, wail of pain!
There's a Bird will come again
Nevermore! Nevermore!
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Sing, Robin Redbreast!
For we love your song so brave,
Though you mind us of a Robin
Where the willows weep and wave:
To her little grave it clings,
Shakes the rain from its wet wings,
And for all the sadness sings
By Her grave, by Her grave.
For we love your song so brave,
Though you mind us of a Robin
Where the willows weep and wave:
To her little grave it clings,
Shakes the rain from its wet wings,
And for all the sadness sings
By Her grave, by Her grave.
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