| Who killed cock robin?
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| I, said the sparrow, with my bow and arrow
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| I killed cock robin
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| Who saw him die?
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| I, said the fly, with my little eye
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| I saw him die
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| Who caught his blood?
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| I, said the fish, with my little dish
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| I caught his blood
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| Who’ll make the shroud?
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| I, said the beetle, with my thread and needle
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| I’ll make the shroud
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| Who’ll dig his grave?
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| I, said the owl
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| Who’ll be the parson?
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| I, said the rook, with my little book
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| I’ll be the parson
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| Who’ll be the clerk?
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| I, said the lark, if it’s not in the dark
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| I’ll be the clerk
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| Who’ll carry the link?
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| I, said the linnet, I’ll fetch it in a minute
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| I’ll carry the link
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| Who’ll be chief mourner?
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| I, said the dove, I mourn for my love
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| I’ll be chief mourner
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| Who’ll carry the coffin?
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| I, said the kite
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| If it’s not through the night
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| I’ll carry the coffin
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| Who’ll bear the pall?
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| I, said the wren
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| Both the cock and the hen
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| We’ll bear the pall
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| Who’ll sing a psalm?
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| I, said the thrush
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| As she sat on a bush
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| I’ll sing a psalm
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| Who’ll toll the bell?
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| I said the bull
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| Because I can pull
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| I’ll toll the bell
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| All the birds of the air
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| Fell a-sighing and a-sobbing
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| When they heard the bell toll
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| For poor cock robin |