Catoninetales A Domestic Epic: By Hattie Brown: A young lady of colour lately deceased at the age of 14 [i.e. W. J. Linton] |
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Who kill'd KOK ROBYN? [I]
I did, said Fanny; [VI]
I was set on by Danny: [3]
It was I kill'd Kok Robyn.
I did, said Fanny; [VI]
I was set on by Danny: [3]
It was I kill'd Kok Robyn.
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Who heard his groans?
I did, said Union; [4]
And growl'd in communion
While picking my bones.
I did, said Union; [4]
And growl'd in communion
While picking my bones.
Who saw him die?
I did, said Jack, [5]
As I lay on my back
Wide awake in one eye.
I did, said Jack, [5]
As I lay on my back
Wide awake in one eye.
Who's Funeral Boss?
I am, said Nelly, [2]
Though my heart's all a jelly,
A-quake at his loss.
I am, said Nelly, [2]
Though my heart's all a jelly,
A-quake at his loss.
Who'll dig his grave?
I will, said Father,
Unless you would rather
Have some stranger knave.
I will, said Father,
Unless you would rather
Have some stranger knave.
Who'll bear the pall?
I will, said Timothy; [7]
I'll mind a limb o' thee:
So the chickens said all.
I will, said Timothy; [7]
I'll mind a limb o' thee:
So the chickens said all.
Who'll be chief mourner?
I, said O'Donoghue; [8]
And no mother's son o' you
'll do it forlorner.
I, said O'Donoghue; [8]
And no mother's son o' you
'll do it forlorner.
Who'll sing the psalm?
We will, said the Mice;
It will be real nice,
We're so blessedly calm.
We will, said the Mice;
It will be real nice,
We're so blessedly calm.
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And who'll set the tune?
We will, chirp'd the Birds:
Don't ask us for words,
But we'll manage a tune.
We will, chirp'd the Birds:
Don't ask us for words,
But we'll manage a tune.
Who'll preach the sermon?
I will, prosed a Rat;
I have it quite pat
From the text Cats are vermin.
I will, prosed a Rat;
I have it quite pat
From the text Cats are vermin.
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