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 BANBURY, 
 
 Printed by J, G, Bushen 
 
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 Little Robin Redbreast 
 
 Sat upon a tree ; 
 
 He sang merrily, 
 As merrily could be. 
 
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 He nodded with his head, 
 And his tail waggled he, 
 
 As little Robin Redbreast 
 Sat upon a tree. 
 
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 Who killed Cock Robin? 
 I, said the Sparrow, 
 With my bow and arrow, 
 
 I killed Cock Robin. 
 
 This is the Sparrow, 
 With his bow and arrow 
 
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 Who saw him die ? 
 I, said the Magpie, 
 With my little eye, 
 
 I saw him die. 
 
 This is the Pie 
 That saw him die 
 
Who caught his blood ? 
 I, said the Fish, 
 With my little dish, 
 
 I caught his blood. 
 
 The swimming Fish, 
 Did hold the dish. 
 
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 Who made his shroud ? 
 
 I, said the Eagle, 
 
 With my thread and needle, 
 I made his shroud. 
 
 This is the Eagle, 
 
 That used thread and needle. 
 
Who'll dig his grave ? 
 The Owl, without aid, 
 But mattock and spade, 
 
 Did dig Robin's grave. 
 
 This is the Owl so brave, 
 That dug Cock Robin's grave, 
 
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 Who 11 be the parson ? 
 1, said the Rook, 
 With mv little book, 
 
 1*11 be the parson. 
 
 Here's parson Rook, 
 Reading his book. 
 
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 Who'll be the clerk ? 
 1, said the Lark, 
 if not in the dark, 
 
 Then I will be clerk. 
 
 Behold, how the Lark 
 Says amen, like a clerk* 
 
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 Who'll carry him to the grave I 
 
 I, said the Kite, 
 
 If* not in the night, 
 I'll carry him to the grave. 
 
 
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 Behold the Kite 
 Now takes his flight. 
 
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 Who'll be chief mourner ? 
 I, said the Swan, 
 I am sorry he's gone, 
 
 And I'll be chief mourner. 
 
 Behold the gay Swan, 
 Lamenting he's gone. 
 
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 Who'll bear his pall ? 
 
 We, said the Wren, 
 
 Both the cock and the hen, 
 And we'll bear the pall. 
 
 Here are the Wrens, so small, 
 That bore Cock Robins pall. 
 
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 Who'll toll the hell ? 
 I, said the Bull, 
 Because I can pull, 
 
 And I'll toll the hell. 
 
 The Bull tolls the bell : 
 At requiem knell, 
 Sang sweet Philomel. 
 
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 Who'll lead The way ? 
 I, said the Martin, 
 When ready for starting, 
 
 And I'll lead the way. 
 
 See here's the Martin,, 
 Ready for starting. 
 
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 All the birds in the air 
 
 Began sighing and sobbing, 
 When they heard the bell toll 
 
 For poor Cock Robin. 
 
 To all it concerns, 
 This notice apprises, 
 
 The Sparrow's for trial 
 At next bird assizes. 
 
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 Ride on a horse, 
 To Banbury Cross, 
 To Cock Robin's grave 
 On a galloping horse*