The Golden Treasury of English Songs and Lyrics/Book 1/Poem 47
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A LAND DIRGE
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,Since o’er shady groves they hoverAnd with leaves and flowers do coverThe friendless bodies of unburied men.Call unto his funeral doleThe ant, the field-mouse, and the moleTo rear him hillocks that shall keep him warmAnd (when gay tombs are robb’d) sustain no harm;But keep the wolf far thence, that’s foe to men,For with his nails he’ll dig them up again.J. Webster