Birdie

S.D. Sycther

Birdie Oh birdie, where do you go my tear;

And Why be you sad when I cry when I tear;

Why tremble you at times I fear.

No, no birdie the beak you have not the tip of a spear.

See you all day and night , me think you lady so dear;

Then when I see you and call you my dear;

You tend to tend to always change gear;

You tend to tend to always change gear.

Lady my lady oh you tip of a spear;

Not you I say, don’t you change my gear.

Sad it is the days have seen;

And the pain you have been.

But know what somebody is also very keen.

All these days where have you been?

All these days where have you been?

Birdie time birdie birdie birdie birdie;

Birdie time birdie time birdie time birdie time,

Win win wind win and chime;

Win win win wind and the chime;

Birdie time Birdie time Birdie Birdie Birdie time.

Birdie time Birdie Birdie time.

Birdie time Birdie time Birdie Birdie Birdie time.

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