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The goldsmith was sitting in his shop making a golde —
chain, and when he heard the bird, who was sitting on his roc .
and singing, he started up to go and look, and as he passe ©
over his threshold he lost one of his slippers ; and he wet
into the middle of the street with a slipper on one foot an
only a sock on the other; with his apron on, and the gol
chain in one hand and the pincers in the other ; and sot ¬
stood in the sunshine looking up at the bird.
“Bird,” said he, “how beautifully you sing; do sing th: —
plece over again.”
ee said the bird, ‘““T do not sing for nothing twice ;
you will give me that gold chain I will sing again."
“Very well,” said the goldsmith, "here is the gold chair ©
now do as you said.”
Down came the bird and took the gold chain in his rig]
claw, perched in front of the goldsmith, and sang,
‘*TIt was my mother who murdered me ;
It was my father who ate of me;
It was my sister Marjory
Who all my bones in pieces found ;
Them in a handkerchief she bound,
And laid them under the almond tree.
Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry,
Oh what a beautiful bird am I!”
Then the bird flew to a shoemaker’s, and perched on h —
roof, and sang,
** It was my mother who murdered me;
It was my father who ate of me ;
It was my sister Marjory
Who all my bones in pieces found ;
Them in a handkerchief she bound,
And laid them under the almond tree.
Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry,
Oh what a beautiful bird am I!"
When the shoemaker heard, he ran out of his door in h —
shirt sleeves and looked up at the roof of his house, holdin ©
his hand to shade his eyes from the sun.
“ Bird,” said he, "how beautifully you sing !”
. Then he called in at his door,