The Marriage Of Cock Robin And Jenny Wren

  It was on a merry time,
  When Jenny Wren was young,
  So neatly as she danced,
  And so sweetly as she sung,—
  
  Robin Redbreast lost his heart:
  He was a gallant bird;
  He doffed his hat to Jenny,
  And thus to her he said:
  
  "My dearest Jenny Wren,
  If you will but be mine,
  You shall dine on cherry-pie,
  And drink nice currant-wine.
  
  "I'll dress you like a goldfinch,
  Or like a peacock gay;
  So if you'll have me, Jenny,
  Let us appoint the day."
  
  meeting the cock and hen
  Jenny blushed behind her fan,
  And thus declared her mind:
  "Then let it be to-morrow, Bob,—
  I take your offer kind;
  
  "Cherry-pie is very good,
  So is currant-wine;
  But I'll wear my russet gown,
  And never dress too fine."
  
  Robin rose up early,
  At the break of day;
  He flew to Jenny Wren's house,
  To sing a roundelay.
  
  He met the Cock and Hen,
  And bade the Cock declare,
  This was his wedding-day
  With Jenny Wren the fair.
  
  The Cock then blew his horn,
  To let the neighbours know
  This was Robin's wedding-day,
  And they might see the show.
  
  At first came Parson Rook,
  With his spectacles and band;
  And one of Mother Hubbard's books
  He held within his hand.
  
  Then followed him the Lark,
  For he could sweetly sing,
  And he was to be the clerk
  At Cock Robin's wedding.
  
  He sang of Robin's love
  For Little Jenny Wren;
  And when he came unto the end,
  Then he began again.
  
  The Goldfinch came on next,
  To give away the Bride;
  The Linnet, being bridesmaid,
  Walked by Jenny's side;
  
  And as she was a-walking,
  Said, "Upon my word,
  I think that your Cock Robin
  Is a very pretty bird."
  
  The Blackbird and the Thrush,
  And charming Nightingale,
  Whose sweet "jug" sweetly echoes
  Through every grove and dale;
  
  The Sparrow and Tomtit,
  And many more, were there;
  All came to see the wedding
  Of Jenny Wren the fair.
  
  The Bullfinch walked by Robin,
  And thus to him did say,
  "Pray mark, friend Robin Redbreast,
  That Goldfinch dressed so gay:
  
  "What though her gay apparel
  Becomes her very well,
  Yet Jenny's modest dress and look
  Must bear away the bell."
  
  bride and bridegroom
  Then came the Bride and Bridegroom;
  Quite plainly was she dressed,
  And blushed so much, her cheeks were
  As red as Robin's breast.
  
  But Robin cheered her up;
  "My pretty Jen," said he,
  "We're going to be married,
  And happy we shall be."
  
  "Oh, then," says Parson Rook,
  "Who gives this maid away?"
  "I do," says the Goldfinch,
  "And her fortune I will pay:
  
  "Here's a bag of grain of many sorts,
  And other things beside:
  Now happy be the bridegroom,
  And happy be the bride!"
  
  "And will you have her, Robin,
  To be your wedded wife?"
  "Yes, I will," says Robin,
  "And love her all my life!"
  
  "And you will have him, Jenny,
  Your husband now to be?"
  "Yes, I will," says Jenny,
  "And love him heartily!"
  
  Then on her finger fair
  Cock Robin put the ring;
  "You're married now," says Parson Rook,
  While the Lark aloud did sing:
  
  "Happy be the bridegroom,
  And happy be the bride!
  And may not man, nor bird, nor beast,
  This happy pair divide!"
  
  the party
  The birds were asked to dine,
  Not Jenny's friends alone,
  But every pretty songster
  That had Cock Robin known.
  
  They had a cherry-pie,
  Besides some currant-wine,
  And every guest brought something,
  That sumptuous they might dine.
  
  Now they all sat or stood,
  To eat and to drink;
  And every one said what
  He happened to think.
  
  more party
  They each took a bumper,
  And drank to the pair,
  Cock Robin the bridegroom,
  And Jenny the fair.
  
  The dinner-things removed,
  They all began to sing;
  And soon they made the place
  Near a mile round to ring.
  
  The concert it was fine;
  And every bird tried
  Who best should sing for Robin,
  And Jenny Wren the bride.
  
  Cock Robin shot
  When in came the Cuckoo,
  And made a great rout;
  He caught hold of Jenny,
  And pulled her about.
  
  Cock Robin was angry,
  And so was the Sparrow,
  Who fetched in a hurry
  His bow and his arrow.
  
  His aim then he took,
  But he took it not right;
  His skill was not good,
  Or he shot in a fright;
  
  For the Cuckoo he missed,
  But Cock Robin he killed!—
  And all the birds mourned
  That his blood was so spilled.