Then on her finger fair

Cock Robin put the ring,

"You're married now," says Parson Rook: While the Lark aloud did sing:

"Happy be the Bridegroom,

And happy be the Bride!

And may not man, nor bird, nor beast
This happy pair divide."

The birds were ask'd to dine;

Not Jenny's friends alone,

But every pretty songster

That had Cock Robin known.

They had a cherry-pie,

Besides some currant-wine,

And every guest brought something,

That sumptuous they might dine.

They each took a bumper,
And drank to the pair,

Cock Robin the Bridegroom,

And Jenny the fair.

The dinner things removed,
They all began to sing;

And soon they made the place
Near a mile round to ring.

The concert it was fine;
And every bird tried

Who best should sing for Robin,
And Jenny Wren the Bride.

When in came the Cuckoo,

And made a great rout;

He caught hold of Jenny,

And pull'd her about.

His aim then he took,

But he took it not right;

His skill was not good,

Or he shot in a fright;

For the Cuckoo he miss'd,

But Cock Robin he kill'd!

And all the birds mourn'd

That his blood was so spill'd.

All the birds of the air

Fell a-sighing and sobbin,

When they heard of the death

Of poor Cock Robin.