[Song of a little boy while passing his hour of solitude in a corn-field.]
Awa' birds, away!
Take a little, and leave a little,
And do not come again;
For if you do,
I will shoot you through,
And there is an end of you.
Nursery Rhyme. Clxxviii. Songs
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