y t Entered according to an Act of Congress in the year 1866, by JOHN McLOUGHLIN. PUBLISHER, New York, in tba Clerk's Office ot the District Court "( the I'tiited SUtea f<>r the Southern District of New York Htatrotyped by Vincent Dili, Xoi.. 29 & 31 Iioeknua Street, New York. THE SAD FATE OF POOR ROBIN. THIS is the ROBIN, With breast so red, That used to come hopping, For morsels of bread. p THE SAD FATE OF POOR ROBIN. This is the OAT, with lantern jaws, That, making* a spring-, seized hold with her claws Of the poor little Robin, with its breast so red, That used to come hopping for morsels of bread. This is the DOG, of the mastiff kind, Which suddenly creeping up slily behind, Made a pounce on the Cat with lantern jaws, That, making a spring, seized hold with her claws Of the poor little Robin, with its breast so red, That used to come hopping for morsels of bread. THE SAD FATE OF POOR ROBIN. This is the "WOODMAN, from labor re- turning, With his axe in his hand, and faggots for burning ; Who called off the Dog of the mastiff kind, Which suddenly creeping up slily behind, Made a pounce on the Cat with lantern jaws, . i That, making a spring, seized hold with her claws Of the poor little Robin, with its breast so red, That used to come hopping for morsels of bread. * ^^ THE SAD FATE OF POOR ROBIN. This is the MAIDEN, with beauty and grace, Who came tripping along with joy in her face, To meet the poor Woodman from labor returning, With his axe in his hand, and faggots for burning, Who called off the Dog of the mastiff kind, Which suddenly creeping up slily behind, Made a pounce on the Cat with lantern jaws, That, making a spring, seized hold with her claws Of the poor* little Robin, with its breast so red, That used to come hopping for morsels of bread. THE SAD FATE OF POOR ROBIN. This is the COT, in a shady nook, On the side of a hill, by a rippling brook, The home of the Maiden of beauty and grace, Who tripped along gaily, with joy in her face, To meet the poor Woodman from labor returning, With his axe in his hand, and some faggots for burning ; Who called off the Dog of the mastiff kind, Which suddenly creeping up slily behind, Made a pounce on the Cat with lantern jaws, That, making a spring, seized hold with her claws Of the poor little Robin, with its breast so red, That used to come hopping for morsels of bread. 10 THE SAD FATE OF POOR ROBIN. This is the ROOM where the Maiden slept, Through the window of which the poor Robin crept, Of the Woodman's cot, in a shady nook, On the side of a hill, by a rippling' brook, The home of the Maiden with beauty and grace, Who tripped along gaily with joy in her face, To meet the poor Woodman from labor returning, With his axe in his hand, and faggote for burning, Who called off the Dog of the mastiff kind, Which suddenly creeping up slily behind, Made a pounce at the Cat with lantern jaws, That making a spring, seized hold with her claws Of the poor little Robin, with its breast so red, That used to come hopping for morsels of bread. /'XVtJX A/