Ballads for little folk . STORY OF A BLACKBIRD. Come, gather round me, children,Who just as you please would do, And hear me tell what fate befell,A blackbird that I knew. He lived one year in our orchard, From spring till fall, you see,And swung and swung, and sung and sung, In the top of the highest tree. He had a blood-red top-knot, And wings that were tipped to match :And he held his head as if he said, Im a fellow hard to catch ! And never built himself a nest, Nor took a mate — not he !But swung and swung, and sung and sung, In the top of the highest tree. And yet, the little bluebird, S
Ballads for little folk . STORY OF A BLACKBIRD. Come, gather round me, children,Who just as you please would do, And hear me tell what fate befell,A blackbird that I knew. He lived one year in our orchard, From spring till fall, you see,And swung and swung, and sung and sung, In the top of the highest tree. He had a blood-red top-knot, And wings that were tipped to match :And he held his head as if he said, Im a fellow hard to catch ! And never built himself a nest, Nor took a mate — not he !But swung and swung, and sung and sung, In the top of the highest tree. And yet, the little bluebird, So modest and so shy,Could beat him to death with a single breath, If she had but a mind to try. Story of a Blackbird. 53 And the honest, friendly robin, That went in a russet coat,Though he wasnt the bird that sung to be heard, Had twice as golden a throat. But robin, bluebird, and all the birds, Were afraid as they could be;He looked so proud and sung so loud, Atop of the highest tree. We often said, we children, He on
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