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Show I ' THE RED BREAST OF THE ROBIN. AN IHISH LEGEND. ,JOf all the merry little birds that live up iti the An& carol from the sycamore and chestnut, , rThc prettiest little gentleman that dearest is tome, Is the one in coat of brown and scarlet waist- ' . It's cockit little Robin ? . And his head he keeps a-bobbin', Of all the other pretty fowls I'd choose him ; m For he sings so sweetly still, I if' Through his tiny slender bill, With a little patch of red upon his bosom. . ."When the frost is in the air, and the snow upon M the ground, ifl To other little birdies so bewiderin, Jl' ' vf -V-3ckSatfee. crumbs, nrjf wintejhev is - found, Singing Christmas stories to the children, " v Of how two tender babes Were left in woodland glades, Ey.a cruel man who took 'cm there to lose 'cm ; 1 . But Bobby saw the crime ; I" , (He was watching all the time !) ( And he blushed a perfect crimson on his bosom. When the charming leaves of autumn around us thickly fall, i And everything seems sorrowful and saddening, Robin may be heard on the corner ot a wall Singing what is solacing and gladdening. And sure, from what I've heard, ' , ' He's God's own little bird, ! - , And sings to those in grief just to amuse 'em ; But once he sat forlorn On a cruel Crown of Thorn, ' And the blood it stained his pretty little bosom. Selected. h Our cut represents an English Robin. |
