Of all the gay birds that e'er I did see, The owl is the fairest by far to me; For all the day long she sits on a tree, And when the night comes, away flies she. Tu-whit, tu-whoo Sir knave to you, Her song is well sung, Tu-whit, tu-whoo. |
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