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 Who'll bear the pall? We, said the wren, Both the cock and the hen, We'll bear the pall.

Who'll sing the psalm? I, said the thrush, As she sat in a bush, I'll sing the psalm.

Who'll toll the bell? I said the bull, Because I can pull, And so, cock-robin, farewell!

All the birds of the air Fell a-sighing and a-sobbing, When they heard the bell toll For poor cock-robin.

LXXVI. THE JEW'S GARDEN

He tossed the ball so high, so high, He tossed the ball so low, He tossed the ball in the Jew's garden, And the Jews were all below. Oh, then out came the Jew's daughter, She was dressed all in green, 'Come hither, come hither, my pretty fellow, And fetch your ball again.'