Autores:
  • The trees are Indian Princes, But soon they'll turn to Ghosts; The scanty pears and apples Hang russet on the bough; Its Autumn, Autumn, Autumn late, 'Twill soon be Winter now. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And what will this poor Robin do? For pinching days are near.

    William Allingham (1877). “Songs, Ballads, and Stories: Including Many Now First Collected, the Rest Revised and Rearranged”, p.169