The Boyd Smith Mother Goose . ^oMlebCoefe&ofrm? WHO killed Cock Robin ? I, said the Sparrow, With my bow and arrow,I killd Cock Robin. Who saw him die ? I, said the Fly, With my little eye,I saw him die. Who caught his blood ? I, said the Fish, With my little dish,I caught his blood. MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES 93 Wholl make his shroud ? I, said the beetle, With my thread and needle,Ill make his shroud. Who shall dig his grave ?I, said the Owl,With my spade and showl,And Ill dig his grave. Who 11 be the parson ? I, said the Rook, With my little book,Ill be the parson. Wholl be the clerk i I, said th
The Boyd Smith Mother Goose . ^oMlebCoefe&ofrm? WHO killed Cock Robin ? I, said the Sparrow, With my bow and arrow,I killd Cock Robin. Who saw him die ? I, said the Fly, With my little eye,I saw him die. Who caught his blood ? I, said the Fish, With my little dish,I caught his blood. MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES 93 Wholl make his shroud ? I, said the beetle, With my thread and needle,Ill make his shroud. Who shall dig his grave ?I, said the Owl,With my spade and showl,And Ill dig his grave. Who 11 be the parson ? I, said the Rook, With my little book,Ill be the parson. Wholl be the clerk i I, said the Lark, If its not in the dark,Ill be the clerk. Wholl be chief mourner? I, said the Dove, Because I mourn for my love,Ill be chief mourner. Wholl bear the pall ? We, said the Wren,Both the Cock and the Hen, Well bear the pall 94 MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. Wholl sing a Psalm ? I, said the Thrush,As he sat in the bush, Ill sing a Psalm. Wholl toll the bell? I, said the Bull, Because I can pull,Ill toll the bell. All the birds in the airFell to sighing and sobbingWhen they heard the bell tollFor poor Cock While the cruel Cock Sparrow,The cause of their grief,Was hung on a gibbet,Next day, like a thief. MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES 95 Wbt Jfibe pg* THIS Pig the eldest of the fiveWho with their Mother dwelt,And he a donkey used to drive,That had a shaggy pelt. As to the town he wended slow All on a market day,The donkey would no further go, But sat him down to bray. So Piggy took the harness off That aggravating elf,Dismissd him with a withering scoff And drew the cart himself. The second Pig a varlet fat, Remained at home and tookDelight in dressing up the cat To imitate the cook. And sometimes, when his Mother went Abroad to see her kin,The varlet would indulge his bent, By drinking up her gin. 96 MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES In consequence he
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