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LABOURER lay listening to a 

 Nightingale's song throughout the 

 summer night. So pleased was he 

 with it that the next night he set 

 a trap for it and captured it. " Now that I 

 have caught thee,' 3 he cried, " thou shalt 

 always sing to me." 



" We Nightingales never sing in a cage," 

 said the bird. 



" Then I'll eat thee," said the Labourer. 

 " I have always heard say that nightingale on 

 toast is a dainty morsel." 



" Nay, kill me not," said the Nightingale ; 

 " but let me free, and I'll tell thee three things 

 far better worth than my poor body." The 

 Labourer let him loose, and he flew up to a 



