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^ Oh, sweet to the ear in the early morn V 



♦^ Is the whistle clear, over rustling corn, V 



♦^ Of the brown little bird whose rich content V 



♦!♦ Is a breath of life by summer sent ! V 



♦^ His gladness thrills the heart, and spills V 



♦> The laughter of nature over the hills. V" 



♦> "Bob White!" "All right !" Y 



^ "O Bob White!" Y 



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4^ He pipes of dells with rippling rain, f£ 



♦^ Of tinkling bells in shady lane, ♦*♦ 



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Of sunburned cheek and sun-filleJ heart, 



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♦J» Of joyous life in the fields apart. v 



♦J> A true chevalier, he spreads good cheer ^ 



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♦*♦ And the haunting dream of the golden year. %f 



♦♦♦ "Bob White!" "True knight !" V 



♦♦♦ "O Bob White!" Y 



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4*4 Where leaves are aflame in the autumn air, ^ 



^♦4 His shy little dame with wifely care, f^ 



^♦4 Will gather her brood about her breast f^ 



^♦4 As the sun dips low in the purple west, ♦^^ 



^ And lilt love's glee across the lea — f^ 



^ The deep undying mystery: ^ 



^^ "Loyalty!" "Loyalty!" "Loyalty!" ♦^^ 



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