 | A gift book of stories and poems for children |  |
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NANCY RAY.
My bird is dead,
Said Nancy Ray,
My bird is dead,
I cannot play.
Said Nancy Ray,
My bird is dead,
I cannot play.
He sang so sweetly
Every day—
He sings no more,
I cannot play.
Every day—
He sings no more,
I cannot play.
Go put his cage
Far, far away,
I do not love
His cage to-day
Far, far away,
I do not love
His cage to-day
She wiped her eyes,
Poor Nancy Ray,
And sat and sighed,
But could not play.
Poor Nancy Ray,
And sat and sighed,
But could not play.
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