For you know, nuncle,
The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long
That it's had it head bit read more

For you know, nuncle,
The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long
That it's had it head bit off by it young.

Behold, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid!
On me the chance-discovered sight
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Behold, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid!
On me the chance-discovered sight
Gleamed like a vision of delight.

Tell me not of joy: there's none
Now my little sparrow's gone;
He, just as you,
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Tell me not of joy: there's none
Now my little sparrow's gone;
He, just as you,
Would toy and woo,
He would chirp and flatter me,
He would hang the wing awhile,
Till at length he saw me smile,
Lord! how sullen he would be!