uperch on my thumb. Bird. — Boy, I will sing to you here in the tree,But pray do not come any-nearer to me;For your open mouth and eyes big and brightSo fill my poor heart withthe wildest affright. Boy. —I love you, dear dicky, why should you fear?If you 11 coiuo with me, my sweet pretty dear,You…
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