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A lit-tle girl

Read in her book,

How a wick-ed boy

A wild bird took

From out its nest

In the green-wood tree

A cap-tive now

'Tis forced to be,

And flutters its poor wings all day long,

And beats the bars of its cage so strong.

"Poor lit-tle bird!"

She soft-ly cried;

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.

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,