 | Rhymes and jingles by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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Nell and her Bird
Good-by, little birdie!
Fly to the sky,
Singing and singing
A merry good-by.
Fly to the sky,
Singing and singing
A merry good-by.
Tell all the other birds,
Flying above,
Nell, in the garden,
Sends them her love.
Flying above,
Nell, in the garden,
Sends them her love.
Tell how I found you,
Hurt, in a tree;
Then, when they're wounded
They'll come right to me.
Hurt, in a tree;
Then, when they're wounded
They'll come right to me.
I'd like to go with you
If I could fly;
It must be so beautiful
Up in the sky!
If I could fly;
It must be so beautiful
Up in the sky!
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Why, little birdie!
Why don't you go?
You sit on my finger,
And shake your head, “No.”
Why don't you go?
You sit on my finger,
And shake your head, “No.”
He's off! Oh! how quickly
And gladly he rose!
I know he will love me
Wherever he goes.
And gladly he rose!
I know he will love me
Wherever he goes.
I know—for he really
Seemed trying to say,
“My dear little Nelly,
I can't go away.”
Seemed trying to say,
“My dear little Nelly,
I can't go away.”
But just then some birdies
Came flying along
And sang, as they neared us,
A chirruping song.
Came flying along
And sang, as they neared us,
A chirruping song.
And he felt just as I do
When girls stand and shout
Right under my window
“Come, Nelly! Come out!”
When girls stand and shout
Right under my window
“Come, Nelly! Come out!”
It's wrong to be sorry;
I ought to be glad;
But he's the best birdie
That ever I had.
I ought to be glad;
But he's the best birdie
That ever I had.
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