Ballads for little folk . doubt, Of the bird that was gone: A wing like a lily, A beak like a rose ;And good luck go with her Wherever she goes ! The winter was weary, But vanished at last,As all winters will do ; And when it was past, And doffies beginning To show their bright heads,One day as our Jannet Was making the beds — 4S The Grateful Swan. The beds in the garden,Id have you to know, She saw in the distanceA speck white as snow. She saw it sail nearerAnd nearer, then stop And land in her garden path,Flippity-flop ! One moment of wonder,Then cried she, O John ! As true as youre living,

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Ballads for little folk . doubt, Of the bird that was gone: A wing like a lily, A beak like a rose ;And good luck go with her Wherever she goes ! The winter was weary, But vanished at last,As all winters will do ; And when it was past, And doffies beginning To show their bright heads,One day as our Jannet Was making the beds — 4S The Grateful Swan. The beds in the garden,Id have you to know, She saw in the distanceA speck white as snow. She saw it sail nearerAnd nearer, then stop And land in her garden path,Flippity-flop ! One moment of wonder,Then cried she, O John ! As true as youre living, man,Here is our swan ! And, by her sleek feathers,She comes from the south ;But what thing is this Shining so in her mouth ? A diamond ! cried Johnny ;The swan nearer drew,And dropped it in JannetsNice apron of blue ; Then held up the mended legQuite to her crop, And danced her great wingsAbout, flippity-flop ! The Grateful Swan. I never beheld such a birdIn my life ! Cried Johnny, the peddler ; Nor I! said his wife. 49.

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