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The Poetic Interpretation of Nature 



Merrily swinging on brier and weed, 

 Near to the nest of his little dame, 

 Over the mountain-side or mead, 



Robert of Lincoln is telling his name: 

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

 Spink, spank, spink; 

 Snug and safe is that nest of ours, 

 Hidden among the summer tlowers. 

 Chee, chee, chee. 



Robert of Lincoln is gaily drest, 



Wearing a bright black wedding-coat; 

 White are his shoulders and white his crest. 

 Hear him call in his merry note: 

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

 Spink, spank, spink; 

 Look what a nice new coat is mine. 

 Sure there was never a bird so fine. 

 Chee, chee, chee. 



Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife. 



Pretty and quiet with plain brown wings, 



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