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 Robin Redbreast. (Pat's Pick, page 88; Song Budget, page 35.) 2 Flats. Good-by, good-by to summer, For the summer's nearly done, For the summer's nearly done, The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; The thrushes now are ailent, Our swallows flown away, But Robin's here in coat of brown, And scarlet breast-knot gay. Chorus— O Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin, Robin dear, O Robin sings so sweetly, in the falling of the year. Bright yellow, red and orange, The leaves come down in hosts, The leaves come down in hosts, The trees are Indian princes, But soon they'll turn to ghosts; The leathery pears and apples, Hang russet on the bough; 'Tis autumn, autumn, autumn late, 'Twill soon be winter now. —Gho. The fireside for the cricket, The wheatstack for the mouse, The wheatstack for the mouse, When trembling night winds whistle, And moan all round the house, The frosty ways, like iron, The branches plumed with snow, Alas! in winter dead and dark, Where can poor robin go?—Oho.