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The Little Dipper
Little Dipper, piping sweet
in the shrewd mid-winter weather;
Nesting in the linn, where spray
splashes nest and sprinkles feather;
in the shrewd mid-winter weather;
Nesting in the linn, where spray
splashes nest and sprinkles feather;
'Neath the fringes of the ice,
down the burn-side, blithely diving;
Piping, piping with full throat,—
bite the frost or be snow driving;
down the burn-side, blithely diving;
Piping, piping with full throat,—
bite the frost or be snow driving;
Life's white winter comes apace;
oh, but gaily shall I bide it
If my bosom, like thy nest,
house a singing-bird inside it!
oh, but gaily shall I bide it
If my bosom, like thy nest,
house a singing-bird inside it!
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