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Rh Robert of Lincoln's a hum-drum drone;

Off he flies, and we sing as he goes,

Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,

Spink, spank, spink,

When you can pipe that merry old strain,

Robert of Lincoln, come back again.

Chee, chee, chee.

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Old Grimes.

Grimes is dead; that good old man,

We ne'er shall see him more;

He used to wear a long, black coat,

All buttoned down before.

His heart was open as the day,

His feelings all were true;

His hair was some inclined to gray,

He wore it in a queue.

He lived at peace with all mankind,

In friendship he was true;

His coat had pocket-holes behind,

His pantaloons were blue.

He modest merit sought to find,

And pay it its desert;

He had no malice in his mind,

No ruffles on his shirt.