Robert of Lincoln.
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Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink;Never was I afraid of man;Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can. Chee, chee, chee.
Six white eggs on a bed of hay, Flecked with purple, a pretty sight!There as the mother sits all day, Robert is singing with all his might: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink;Nice, good wife, that never goes out,Keeping house while I frolic about. Chee, chee, chee.
Soon as the little ones chip the shell Six wide mouths are open for food;Robert of Lincoln bestirs him well, Gathering seeds for the hungry brood.
