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Fish got to swim and birds got to fly
I got to love one man till I die,
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Fish got to swim and birds got to fly
I got to love one man till I die,
Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.
Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these?
Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught
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Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these?
Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught
The dialect they speak, where melodies
Alone are the interpreters of thought?
Whose household words are songs in many keys,
Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught!
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
That byrd ys nat honest
That fylythe hys owne nest.
That byrd ys nat honest
That fylythe hys owne nest.
Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea,
Why takest thou its melancholy voice,
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Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea,
Why takest thou its melancholy voice,
And with that boding cry
Along the waves dost thou fly?
Oh! rather, bird, with me
Through this fair land rejoice!
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember
it's a sin to kill a read more
Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember
it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.
A feather in hand is better then a bird in the ayre.
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A feather in hand is better then a bird in the ayre.
[A feather in hand is better than a bird in the air.]
The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
The lark's is a clarion call,
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The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
The lark's is a clarion call,
And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute,
But I love him best of all.
For his song is all the joy of life,
And we in the mad spring weather,
We two have listened till he sang
Our hearts and lips together.
