Then on her head
Her hood she tied,
Took down the cage
Of her own bird,
Opened the door,
With joy-ous word.
"Fly, lit-tle bird, a-way," quoth she,
Back to your home in the green-wood tree.

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A-way, a-way,
The glad bird flew,
Far out of sight,
In heav-ens blue.
The wee girl watched
With won-der-ing eye,
Till it had fad-ed
In the sky,
Then sat her down, and cried, "Boo-hoo!
My bird is gone! What shall I do?"

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Her pin-a-fore
With tears was wet:
"My bird a-gain,
I'll nev-er get."
At last she raised
Her weep-ing eye,