said the Fish,
With my little dish,
I caught his blood.

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Who'll make his shroud?
I, said the Beetle,
With my thread and needle,
I'll make his shroud.

Who'll dig his grave?
I, said the Owl,
With my spade and show'l,
I'll dig his grave.

Who'll be the Parson?
I, said the Rook,
With my little book,
I'll be the Parson.

Who'll be the Clerk?
I, said the Lark,
If it's not in the dark
I'll be the Clerk.

Who'll carry him to the grave?
I, said the Kite,
If it's not in the night,
I'll carry him to the grave.

Who'll carry the link?
I, said the Linnet,
I'll fetch it in a minute,
I'll carry the link.

Who'll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove,
For I mourn for my love,
I'll be chief mourner.

Who'll sing a psalm?
I, said the Trush,
As she sat in a bush,
I'll sing a psalm.

Who'll toll the bell?
I, said the Bull,
Because I can pull;
So, Cock Robin, farewell.

_All the birds of the air
Fell a-sighing and sobbin',
When they heard the bell toll
For Poor Cock Robin._

Upon my word and honor,
As I went to Bonner
I met a pig,
Without a wig,
Upon my word and honor.

Little King Boggen he built a fine hall,
Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall,
The windows were made of black puddings and white,
And slated with pancakes,--you ne'er saw the like.

To market, to market, a gallop, a trot,
To buy some meat to put in the pot;
Five cents a quarter, ten cents a side,
If it hadn't been killed, it must have died.

A diller, a dollar,
A ten o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?
You used to come at ten o'clock,
But now you come at noon.

Yankee Doodle went to town
Upon a little pony;
He stuck a feather in his hat,
And called it Macaroni.

The lion and the unicorn
Were fighting for the crown;
The lion beat the unicorn
All round about the town.
Some gave them white bread,
And some gave them brown;
Some gave them plum-cake,
And sent them out of town.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
And he called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
"Tweedle dee, tweedle dee," said the fiddlers: