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THE REDBREAST'S PETITION.
The thrush sings nobly on the tree,
In strength of voice excelling me,
Whilst leaves and fruits are on;
But think how Robin sings for you,
When nature's beauties bid adieu,
And leaves and fruits are gone.
Ah, then, to me some crumbs of bread pray fling,
And through the year my grateful thanks I'll sing.
In strength of voice excelling me,
Whilst leaves and fruits are on;
But think how Robin sings for you,
When nature's beauties bid adieu,
And leaves and fruits are gone.
Ah, then, to me some crumbs of bread pray fling,
And through the year my grateful thanks I'll sing.
When winter's winds blow loud and rude,
And birds retire in sullen mood,
And snows make white the ground,
My note your drooping heart may charm;
And, sure that you'll not do me harm,
I hop your window round.
Ah, then, to me some crumbs of bread pray fling,
And through the year my grateful thanks I'll sing.
And birds retire in sullen mood,
And snows make white the ground,
My note your drooping heart may charm;
And, sure that you'll not do me harm,
I hop your window round.
Ah, then, to me some crumbs of bread pray fling,
And through the year my grateful thanks I'll sing.
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Since, friends, in you I put my trust,
And please you too, you should be just,
And for your music pay!
Or if I find a traveller dead,
My bill with leaves his corpse shall spread,
And sing his passing lay.
Ah, then, to me some crumbs of bread pray fling,
And through the year my grateful thanks I'll sing.
And please you too, you should be just,
And for your music pay!
Or if I find a traveller dead,
My bill with leaves his corpse shall spread,
And sing his passing lay.
Ah, then, to me some crumbs of bread pray fling,
And through the year my grateful thanks I'll sing.
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