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Who’ll carry him the link ?
I, said the Linnet,
I’ll fetch it in a minute
And I’ll carry the link.
Who’ll be the chief mourner ?
I, said the Dove,
I mourn for my love,
And I’ll be the chief mourner.
Who’ll bear the pall ?
We, said the Wren,
Both the cock and the lien,
And we’ll bear the pall.
Who’ll sing a psalm ?
I, said the Thrush,
As she set in a bush,
And I’il sing a psalm.
And who’ll toll the bell ?
I, said the Bull,
Because I can pull ;
And so, Cock Robin, farewell.
