John Skelton on European robin
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“The flecked pie to chatter Of this dolorous matter. And robyn redbreast He shall be the preest, The requiem masse to synge, Softly warbelynge, With helpe of the red sparrow And the chattrynge swallow This herse for to halow.”
“ Then the Redbreast His tunes redrest And sayde now wyll I holde With the churche, for there Out of the ayre I kepe me from the colde.Te per orbem terrarum In usum Sarum; He sange cum gloria, Sancta was nexte; And then the holye text Confitebur ecclesia.”