Bobolink. Reed Bird. Rice Bird 



Robert of Lincoln at length is made 



Sober with work, and silent with care; 

 Off is his holiday garment laid, 

 Half forgotten that merry air: 

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

 Spink, spank, spink; 

 Nobody knows but my mate and I 

 Where our nest and our nestlings lie. 

 Chee, chee, chee. 



Summer wanes; the children are grown; 



Fun and frolic no more he knows; 

 Robert of Lincoln's a humdrum crone; 

 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. 



BRYANT. 



The O'Lincoln Family 



A flock of singing birds were sporting in the grove; 



Some were warbling cheerily and some were making love. 



There were Bobolincon, Wadolincon, Winterseeble, 



Conquedle 



A livelier set were never led by tabor, pipe, or fiddle: 

 Crying, "Phew, shew, Wadolincon; see, see Bobolincon 

 Down among the tickle-tops, hiding in the buttercups; 

 I know the saucy chap; I see his shining cap 

 Bobbing in the clover there, see, see, see!" 



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