1.Oh，where is the boy，in his jacket of gray，Who climbed up a tree in the garden to-day，And carried my three little birdiesThey hardly were dressed When he took from the nestMy three little robins，my dearest and best.
2.O butterfly！stop for a moment，I pray-Have you seen a boy in a jacket of gray，Who carried my three little birdies away？
He had such pretty eyes，And was so small in size，That he cannot be wicked-just not very wise.
3.O boy，little boy，in your jacket of gray！
If you will bring back my three robins to-day，I‘ll try to forget that you took them away：
I’ll sing all day long My merriest song，And I will forgive you this very great wrong.
