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Oh little fledgling out of the nest
Oh little fledgling out of the nest—Would you were cuddling here—close to my breast
Warming & melting my heart into song,
Then were the days not so lonesome & long.
Wildly the rain's falling blown from the west—
What a sweet time to be snug in the nest!
What a poor time to be waund'ring afar
Love where the winds & the bleak billows are.
Ah little lady-bird, soon let us sing
Our lay connubial here wing to wing.
Yearning is burning my heart with unrest—
Home be returning, sweet bird, to your nest!
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