Cock Robin
Who killed cock robin - As printed, about 1865
Who killed Cock-robin?
I said the sparrow,
With my bow and arrow.
I killed Cock-Robin!
All the birds of the air fell a sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of the death of poor Cock-Robin,
When they heard of the death of poor Cock-Robin.
Who saw him die?
I said the fly,
With my little eye.
I saw him die!
All the birds of the air fell a sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of the death of poor Cock-Robin,
When they heard of the death of poor Cock-Robin.
Who caught his blood?
I said the fish,
With my little dish,
I caught his blood!
All the birds of the air fell a sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of the death of poor Cock-Robin,
When they heard of the death of poor Cock-Robin.
Who’ll make his shroud?
I said the beetle,
Can bring thread and needle,
I’ll make his shroud!
All the birds of the air fell a sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of the death of poor Cock-Robin,
When they heard of the death of poor Cock-Robin.
Who’ll dig his grave?
I said the owl,
With my little trowel,
I’ll dig his grave!
All the birds of the air fell a sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of the death of poor Cock-Robin,
When they heard of the death of poor Cock-Robin.
Who’ll toll the bell?
I said the bull, Because I can pull.
I’ll toll the bell!
All the birds of the air fell a sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of the death of poor Cock-Robin,
When they heard of the death of poor Cock-Robin.
As sung at Camp Wolverton
Who killed Cock Robin?
“I,” said the sparrow,
“With my little bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.”
Oh the birds and the bees
were sighin’ and a-sobbin’,
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
“Who saw him die?”
“I,” said the fly,
“With my little beady eye,
I saw him die.”
Oh the birds and the bees
were sighin’ and a-sobbin’,
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
“Who will drink the blood of poor Cock Robin?”
“I,” said the fish,
“With my little spoon and dish,
I will drink the blood of poor Cock Robin.”
Oh the birds and the bees
were sighin’ and a-sobbin’,
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
“Who will knit the shroud for poor Cock Robin?”
“I,” said the beetle,
“With my little thread and needle,
I will knit the shroud for poor Cock Robin.”
Oh the birds and the bees
were sighin’ and a-sobbin’,
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
“Who among you will make the coffin for poor Cock Robin?”
“I,” said the quail,
“With my little hammer and nail,
I will make the coffin for poor Cock Robin.”
Oh the birds and the bees
were sighin’ and a-sobbin’,
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
“Who will dig the grave for poor Cock Robin?”
“I,” said the owl,
“With my little pick and trowel,
I will dig the grave for poor Cock Robin.”
Oh the birds and the bees
were sighin’ and a-sobbin’,
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
“Who will lower the coffin of poor Cock Robin?”
“I,” said the baboon,
“With my little rope and boom,
I will lower the coffin of poor Cock Robin.”
Oh the birds and the bees
were sighin’ and a-sobbin’,
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
“Who will say a few words over the grave of poor Cock Robin?”
“I,” said the priest,
“With my little keg and yeast,
I will say a few words over the grave of poor Cock Robin.”
Oh the birds and the bees
were sighin’ and a-sobbin’,
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
“Who will toll the bell for poor Cock Robin?”
“I,” said the Bull,
“I will toll the bell with one pull,
for poor Cock Robin.”
Oh the birds and the bees
were sighin’ and a-sobbin’,
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of the death
of poor Cock Robin.