From Original Designs by — H. L. STEPHENS — NEW-YORK. — Published by Hurd & Houghton. — 1865. — Lithographed & Printed — Julius Bien
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401 Broadway cor. Walker St.
Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1864 by H. Stern in the Clerk's Office
of the District Court of the United States, for the Southern District of New York.
BY
24 Vesey St. New York
| Who killed Cock Robin? | With my bow and arrow, |
| I, said the Sparrow, | I kill'd Cock Robin. |
| Who saw him die? | With my little eye, |
| I, said the Fly, | I saw him die. |
| Who caught his blood? | With my little dish, |
| I, said the Fish, | I caught his blood. |
| Who'll make his shroud? | With my thread and needle, |
| I, said the Beetle, | I'll make his shroud. |
| Who'll dig his grave? | With my spade and trowel, |
| I, said the Owl, | I'll dig his grave. |
| Who'll bear the pall? | Both the Cock and the Hen, |
| We, said the Wren, | We'll bear the pall. |
| Who'll carry him to the grave? | If it's not in the night, |
| I, said the Kite, | I'll carry him to the grave. |
| Who'll be the Parson? | With my little book, |
| I, said the Rook, | I'll be the Parson. |
| Who'll sing a Psalm? | As he sat in the bush, |
| I, said the Thrush, | I'll sing a Psalm? |
| Who'll be the Clerk? | If it's not in the dark, |
| I, said the Lark, | I'll be the Clerk. |
| Who'll be chief mourner? | Because I mourned for my love, |
| I, said the Dove, | I'll be chief mourner. |
| Who'll carry the link? | I'll fetch it in a minute, |
| I, said the Linnet, | I'll carry the link. |
| Who'll toll the bell? | Because I can pull, |
| I, said the Bull, | I'll toll the bell. |
| All the birds in the air | When they heard the bell |
| Fell to sighing and sobbing | For poor Cock Robin. |
| While the cruel Cock Sparrow, | Was hung on a gibbet |
| The cause of their grief, | Next day, like a thief. |
