Nursery Rhyme. DXVIII. Natural History.

    When the snow is on the ground,
        Little Robin Red-breast grieves;
    For no berries can be found,
        And on the trees there are no leaves.

    The air is cold, the worms are hid,
        For this poor bird what can be done?
    We'll strew him here some crumbs of bread,
        And then he'll live till the snow is gone.

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Nursery Rhyme. XXXII. Literal

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Nursery Rhyme. CXLIII. Songs.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXLIV. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCX. Local.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXLVIII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXLIX. Songs.

        The north wind doth blow,
        And we shall have snow,
    And what will poor Robin do then?
                                            Poor thing!

        He'll sit in a barn,
        And to keep himself warm,
    Will hide his head under his wing.
                                            Poor thing!

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Nursery Rhyme. DXXVIII. Natural History.

    Little Robin Red-breast,
        Sat upon a hirdle;
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Nursery Rhyme. DXXVII. Natural History.

    Little Robin Red-breast
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Nursery Rhyme. DXLIX. Natural History.

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    Where do you live?
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