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THE AUTUMN BIRD.
When the summer is getting old,
And nights and mornings growing cold,
Then comes and sits upon the spray
The friendly little chick-a-day.
And nights and mornings growing cold,
Then comes and sits upon the spray
The friendly little chick-a-day.
She is a chubby little bird,
And all day long her song is heard,
Her friendly chick-a-day,
Chick-a-day, day, day.
And all day long her song is heard,
Her friendly chick-a-day,
Chick-a-day, day, day.
She never minds a cloudy sky,
But ever singeth cheerily,
Her friendly chick-a-day,
Chick-a-day, day, day.
But ever singeth cheerily,
Her friendly chick-a-day,
Chick-a-day, day, day.
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When cold winter draweth near,
Dearly do I love to hear
Her friendly chick-a-day,
Chick-a-day, day, day.
Dearly do I love to hear
Her friendly chick-a-day,
Chick-a-day, day, day.
Blessings on the happy bird,
With her pleasant little word,
Her friendly chick-a-day,
Chick-a-day, day, day.
With her pleasant little word,
Her friendly chick-a-day,
Chick-a-day, day, day.
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