| The Robin | The Robin | The Robin | | The Robin | At misty dawn, At rosy morn, The Redbreast sings alone: At twilight dim, Still, still, his hymn Hath a sad, and sorrowing tone. | The Robin | | The Robin | The Robin | The Robin | Another day, his song is gay, For a listening bird is near— O ye who sorrow, come borrow, borrow, A lesson of robin here!
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