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I had a little bird	A
I took it from the nest	B
I prest it and blest it	C
And nurst it in my breast	B
	-
I set it on the ground	D
I danced round and round	D
And sang about it so cheerly	E
With 'Hey my little bird and ho my little bird	A
And oh but I love thee dearly '	-
	-
I make a little feast	F
Of food soft and sweet	G
I hold it in my breast	B
And coax it to eat	G
	-
I pit and I pat	H
I call it this and that	H
And sing about it so cheerly	E
With 'Hey my little bird and ho my little bird	A
And ho but I love thee dearly '	-
	-
I may kiss I may sing	I
But I can't make it feed	J
It taketh no heed	J
Of any pleasant thing	I
	-
I scolded and I socked	K
But it minded not a whit	C
Its little mouth was locked	K
And I could not open it	C
	-
Tho' with pit and with pat	H
And with this and with that	H
I sang about it so cheerly	E
And 'Hey my little bird and ho my little bird	A
And ho but I love thee dearly '	-
	-
But when the day was done	L
And the room was at rest	B
And I sat all alone	M
With my birdie in my breast	B
	-
And the light had fled	N
And not a sound was heard	A
Then my little bird	A
Lifted up its head	N
	-
And the little mouth	O
Loosed its sullen pride	P
And it opened it opened	Q
With a yearning strong and wide	P
	-
Swifter than I speak	R
I brought it food once more	S
But the poor little beak	R
Was locked as before	S
	-
I sat down again	T
And not a creature stirred	A
I laid the little bird	A
Again where it had lain	U
	-
And again when nothing stirred	A
And not a word I said	N
Then my little bird	A
Lifted up its head	N
And the little beak	R
Loosed its stubborn pride	P
And it opened it opened	Q
With a yearning strong and wide	P
	-
It lay in my breast	B
It uttered no cry	V
'Twas famished 'twas famished	W
And I couldn't tell why	V
	-
I couldn't tell why	V
But I saw that it would die	V
For all that I kept dancing round and round	D
And singing above it so cheerly	E
With 'Hey my little bird and ho my little bird	A
And ho but I love thee dearly '	-
	-
I never look sad	X
I hear what people say	Y
I laugh when they are gay	Y
And they think I am glad	X
	-
My tears never start	Z
I never say a word	A
But I think that my heart	Z
Is like that little bird	A
	-
Every day I read	N
And I sing and I play	Y
But thro' the long day	Y
It taketh no heed	J
	-
It taketh no heed	J
Of any pleasant thing	I
I know it doth not read	N
I know it doth not sing	I
	-
With my mouth I read	N
With my hands I play	Y
My shut heart is shut	A2
Coax it how you may	Y
	-
You may coax it how you may	Y
While the day is broad and bright	B2
But in the dead night	B2
When the guests are gone away	Y
	-
And no more the music sweet	G
Up the house doth pass	C2
Nor the dancing feet	G
Shake the nursery glass	C2
	-
And I've heard my aunt	D2
Along the corridor	E2
And my uncle gaunt	F2
Lock his chamber door	S
	-
And upon the stair	G2
All is hushed and still	E
And the last wheel	E
Is silent in the square	G2
	-
And the nurses snore	S
And the dim sheets rise and fall	E
And the lamplight's on the wall	E
And the mouse is on the floor	S
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And the curtains of my bed	N
Are like a heavy cloud	H2
And the clock ticks loud	H2
And sounds are in my head	N
	-
And little Lizzie sleeps	I2
Softly at my side	P
It opens it opens	J2
With a yearning strong and wide	P
	-
It yearns in my breast	B
It utters no cry	V
'Tis famished 'tis famished	W
And I feel that I shall die	V
I feel that I shall die	V
And none will know why	V
Tho' the pleasant life is dancing round and round	D
And singing about me so cheerly	E
With 'Hey my little bird and ho my little bird	A
And ho but I love thee dearly '	-

Sydney Thompson Dobell

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