The little Robin grieves

When the snow is on the ground,

For the trees have no leaves,

And no berries can be found.

The air is cold, the worms are hid,

For Robin here what can be done? Let's strow around some crums of bread, And then he'll live till snow is gone.

Little Jack Nory

Told me a story

How he tried

Cock-horse to ride,

Sword and scabbard by his side, Saddle, leaden spurs

and switches,

His pocket tight

With cents all bright,

Marbles, tops, puzzles props,

Now he's put in jacket and breeches.

There were two blackbirds sitting on a hil.,
One name Jack, and the other name Jill;
Fly away, Jack,-fly away, Jill,

Come again, Jack,-come again, Jill.

The little Robin grieves

When the snow is on the ground,

For the trees have no leaves,

And no berries can be found.

The air is cold, the worms are hid,
For Robin here what can be done?
Let's strow around some crums of bread,
And then he'll live till snow is gone.

Little Jack Nory

Told me a story

How he tried

Cock-horse to ride,

Sword and scabbard

by his side, Saddle, leaden spurs and switches,

His pocket tight

With cents all bright,

Marbles, tops, puzzles props,

Now he's put in jacket and breeches.

There were two blackbirds sitting on a hil.,
One name Jack, and the other name Jill;
Fly away, Jack,-fly away, Jill,

Come again, Jack,—come again, Jill.

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Willie boy, Willie boy,
Where are you going?
O let us go with you,
This sunshiny day.

I'm going to the meadow,
To see them a mowing,
I'm going to help the girls
Turn the new hay.

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his night gown ;
Tapping at the window, erying at the lock,

"Are the babes in their beds, for it's now ten o'clock?