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Robert of Lincoln.
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   Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
   Spink, spank, spink;
Never was I afraid of man;
Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can.
       Chee, chee, chee.

Six white eggs on a bed of hay,
 Flecked with purple, a pretty sight!
There as the mother sits all day,
 Robert is singing with all his might:
   Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
   Spink, spank, spink;
Nice, good wife, that never goes out,
Keeping house while I frolic about.
       Chee, chee, chee.

Soon as the little ones chip the shell
 Six wide mouths are open for food;
Robert of Lincoln bestirs him well,
 Gathering seeds for the hungry brood.

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