Who'll be chief mourner ?

I, said the Dove;

For I mourn for my love; I'll be chief mourner. Who'll sing a psalm?

I, said the Thrush,

As she sat in a bush ;
I'll sing a psalm.
Who'll tell the bell?

I, said the Bull,

Because I can pull;
So, Cock Robin, farewell.
All the birds of the air

Fell a-sighing and sobbing, When they heard the bell toll

For poor Cock Robin.