7Gáy Róbin is seen no more:He is gone with the snow,For winter is o’erAnd Robin will go.In need he was fed, and now he is fledAway to his secret nest.No more will he standBegging for crumbs,No longer he comesBeseeching our handAnd showing his breastAt window and door:—Gay Robin is seen no more.Blithe Robin is heard no more:He gave us his songWhen summer was o’erAnd winter was long:He sang for his bread and now he is fledAway to his secret nest.And there in the greenEarly and lateAlone to his mateHe pipeth unseenAnd swelleth his breast;For us it is o’er:—Blithe Robin is heard no more.
7Gáy Róbin is seen no more:He is gone with the snow,For winter is o’erAnd Robin will go.In need he was fed, and now he is fledAway to his secret nest.No more will he standBegging for crumbs,No longer he comesBeseeching our handAnd showing his breastAt window and door:—Gay Robin is seen no more.Blithe Robin is heard no more:He gave us his songWhen summer was o’erAnd winter was long:He sang for his bread and now he is fledAway to his secret nest.And there in the greenEarly and lateAlone to his mateHe pipeth unseenAnd swelleth his breast;For us it is o’er:—Blithe Robin is heard no more.
Gáy Róbin is seen no more:He is gone with the snow,For winter is o’erAnd Robin will go.In need he was fed, and now he is fledAway to his secret nest.No more will he standBegging for crumbs,No longer he comesBeseeching our handAnd showing his breastAt window and door:—Gay Robin is seen no more.Blithe Robin is heard no more:He gave us his songWhen summer was o’erAnd winter was long:He sang for his bread and now he is fledAway to his secret nest.And there in the greenEarly and lateAlone to his mateHe pipeth unseenAnd swelleth his breast;For us it is o’er:—Blithe Robin is heard no more.
Gáy Róbin is seen no more:He is gone with the snow,For winter is o’erAnd Robin will go.In need he was fed, and now he is fledAway to his secret nest.No more will he standBegging for crumbs,No longer he comesBeseeching our handAnd showing his breastAt window and door:—Gay Robin is seen no more.Blithe Robin is heard no more:He gave us his songWhen summer was o’erAnd winter was long:He sang for his bread and now he is fledAway to his secret nest.And there in the greenEarly and lateAlone to his mateHe pipeth unseenAnd swelleth his breast;For us it is o’er:—Blithe Robin is heard no more.
Gáy Róbin is seen no more:He is gone with the snow,For winter is o’erAnd Robin will go.In need he was fed, and now he is fledAway to his secret nest.No more will he standBegging for crumbs,No longer he comesBeseeching our handAnd showing his breastAt window and door:—Gay Robin is seen no more.
Gáy Róbin is seen no more:
He is gone with the snow,
For winter is o’er
And Robin will go.
In need he was fed, and now he is fled
Away to his secret nest.
No more will he stand
Begging for crumbs,
No longer he comes
Beseeching our hand
And showing his breast
At window and door:—
Gay Robin is seen no more.
Blithe Robin is heard no more:He gave us his songWhen summer was o’erAnd winter was long:He sang for his bread and now he is fledAway to his secret nest.And there in the greenEarly and lateAlone to his mateHe pipeth unseenAnd swelleth his breast;For us it is o’er:—Blithe Robin is heard no more.
Blithe Robin is heard no more:
He gave us his song
When summer was o’er
And winter was long:
He sang for his bread and now he is fled
Away to his secret nest.
And there in the green
Early and late
Alone to his mate
He pipeth unseen
And swelleth his breast;
For us it is o’er:—
Blithe Robin is heard no more.