Who Killed Cock Robin +

MARRIAGE OF COCK ROBIN

Robin and Jenny

It was on a merry time,
  When Jenny Wren was young,
    So neatly she danced,
      And so sweetly as she sung—

        Robin Redbreast lost his heart:
          He was a gallant bird;
            He doffed his hat to Jenny,
              And thus to her he said

“My dearest Jenny Wren,
  If you will but be mine,
    You shall dine on cherry pie,
      And drink nice currant wine.

        “I’ll dress you like a Goldfinch,
          Or like a Peacock gay;
            So if you’ll have me, Jenny,
              Let us appoint the day.”

Jenny blushed behind her fan,
  And thus declared her mind:
    “Then let it be to-morrow, Bob;
      I take your offer kind.

        “Cherry-pie is very good;
          So is currant-wine;
            But I will wear my brown gown,
              And never dress to fine.”

Robin and Chickens

Robin rose up early,
  At the break of day;
    He flew to Jenny Wren’s house,
      To sing a roundelay.

        He met the Cock and Hen,
          And bade the Cock declare,
            This was his wedding-day
              With Jenny Wren the fair.

The Cock then blew his horn,
  To let the neighbors know
    This was Robin’s wedding-day,
      And they might see the show.

        And first came Parson Rook,
          With his spectacles and band;
            And one of Mother Hubbard’s books
              He held within his hand.

Parson Rook

Then followed him the Lark,
  For he could sweetly sing;
    And he was to be clerk
      At Cock Robin’s wedding.

        He sang of Robin’s love
          For little Jenny Wren;
            And when he came unto the end,
              Then he began again.

The Goldfinch came on next,
  To give away the bride;
    The Linnet, being bridesmaid,
      Walked by Jenny’s side.

        And as she was a-walking,
          Said, “Upon my word,
            I think that your Cock Robin
              Is a very pretty bird.”

Nightingale The blackbird and the Thrush,
  And charming Nightingale,
    Whose sweet “jug” sweetly echoes
      Through every grove and dale;

        The Sparrow and the Tomtit,
          And many more were there;
            All came to see the wedding
              Of Jenny Wren the fair.

The Bullfinch walked by Robin,
  And thus to him did say:
    “Pray mark, friend Robin Redbreast,
      That Goldfinch dressed so gay;

        “What though her gay apparel
          Becomes her very well;
            Yet Jenny’s modest dress and look
              Must bear away the bell!”

Then came the bride and bridegroom;
  Quite plainly was she dressed;
    And blushed so much, her cheeks were
      As red as Robin’s breast.

        But Robin cheered her up;
          “My pretty Jen,” said he,
            “We’re going to be married,
              And happy we shall be.”

“Oh, then,” says Parson Rook,
  “Who gives this maid away?”
    “I do,” says the Goldfinch,
      “And her fortune I will pay;

        “Here’s a bag of grain of many sorts,
          And other things beside;
            Now happy be the bridegroom,
              And happy be the bride!”

“And will you have her, Robin,
  To be your wedded wife?”
    “Yes, I will,” says Robin,
      “And love her all my life.”

        “And you will have him, Jenny,
          Your husband now to be?”
            “Yes, I will,” says Jenny,
              “And love him heartily.”

Then on her finger fair
  Cock Robin put the ring;
    “You’re married now,” says Parson Rook;
      While the Lark aloud did sing:

        “Happy be the bridegroom,
          And happy be the bride!
            And may not man, nor bird, nor beast
              This happy pair divide.”

The birds were asked to dine;
  Not Jenny’s friends alone,
    But every pretty songster
      That had Cock Robin known.

        They had a cherry-pie,
          Besides some currant-wine,
            And every guest brought something,
              That sumptuous they might dine.

Now they all sat or stood,
  To eat and to drink;
    And every one said what
      He happened to think.

        They each took a bumper,
          And drank to the pair;
            Cock Robin the bridegroom,
              And Jenny Wren the fair.

The dinner things removed,
  They all began to sing;
    And soon they made the place
      Near a mile around to ring.

        The concert it was fine;
          And every bird tried
            Who best should sing for Robin,
              And Jenny Wren the bride,

Bird Chorus

When in came the Cuckoo,
  And made a great rout;
    He caught hold of Jenny,
      And he pulled her about.

        Cock Robin was angry,
          And so was the Sparrow,
            Who fetched in a hurry
              His bow and his arrow.

His aim then he took,
  But he took it not right;
    His skill was not good,
      Or he shot in a fright;

        For the cuckoo he missed,
          But Cock Robin he killed!—
            And all the birds mourned
              That his blood was so spilled.

Bird Baker

THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF COCK ROBIN

Nightingale Who killed Cock Robin?
  “I,” said the Sparrow,
    “With my bow and arrow,
      I killed Cock Robin.”

        This is the Sparrow,
          With his bow and arrow.

Fly Who saw him die?
  “I,” said the Fly,
    “With my little eye,
      And I saw him die.”

        This is the little Fly,
          Who saw Cock Robin die.

Fish Who caught his blood?
  “I,” said the Fish,
    “With my little dish,
      And I caught his blood.”

        This is the Fish
          That held the dish.

Beetle Who made his shroud?
  “I,” said the Beetle,     “With my little needle,
      And I made his shroud.”

        This is the Beetle,
          With his thread and needle.

Owl Who shall dig his grave?
  “I,” said the Owl,
    “With my spade and show’l,
      And I’ll dig his grave.”

        This is the Owl,
          With his spade and show’l.

Rook Who’ll be the parson?
  “I,” said the Rook,
    “With my little book,
      And I’ll be the parson.”

        This is the Rook,
          Reading the book.

Lark Who’ll be the clerk?
  “I,” said the Lark,
    “If it’s not in the dark,
      And I’ll be the clerk.”

        This is the Lark,
          Saying “Amen” like the clerk.

Kite Who’ll carry him to the grave?
  “I,” said the Kite,
    “If ’tis not in the night,
      And I’ll carry him to his grave.”

        This is the Kite,
          About to take flight.

Linnet Who’ll carry the link?
  “I,” said the Linnet,
    “I’ll fetch it in a minute,
      And I’ll carry the link.”

        This is the Linnet,
          And the link with fire in it.

Dove Who’ll be the chief mourner?
  “I,” said the Dove,
    “I mourn for my love,
      And I’ll be the chief mourner.”

        This is the Dove,
          Who Cock Robin did love.

Thrush Who’ll sing a psalm?
  “I,” said the Thrush,
    As she sat in a bush,
      “And I’ll sing a psalm.”

        This is the Thrush,
          Singing psalms from a bush.

And who’ll toll the bell?
  “I,” said the Bull,
    “Because I can pull;”
      And so, Cock Robin, farewell.

 

Bull

This story contains the unabridged and unaltered text of and modified illustrations from “Who Killed Cock Robin” from Who Killed Cock-Robin and Other Stories, published in 1905 by Henry Altemus Company, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. New material Copyright 2011 by Canville Communications.