Sweet warbling thrush, whose artless song
Ye tuneful linnets bless my care
The goldfinch swells his little throat
Little bird with bosom red
Sweet nightingale, no more complain
Go, tuneful bird, that glad`st the skies
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Sweet warbling thrush, whose artless song
Ye tuneful linnets bless my care The goldfinch swells his little throat Little bird with bosom red Sweet nightingale, no more complain Go, tuneful bird, that glad`st the skies |
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