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Spare the dear little birds, don’t kill them I pray!

But listen, and hear their sweet song;

To spoil all our music, and shoot them to-day,

Oh, sportsmen, you know ’twould be wrong!

At dawn of the day, they are warbling away,

But they never have done the least harm;

The summer’s most gone, they’ve a short time to stay—

They will soon fly away from our farm.

To the bright sunny South, they then will repair,

In autumn they flock off together;

Our Father in Heaven with kind, watchful care,

Then guides them in search of warm weather.

I’m sure ’twill displease Him, if merely for sport

You shoot these sweet songsters to-day;

Remember, kind sportsmen, their life is but short;

Oh, spare them, in pity, I pray!