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THE CANARY-BIRD'S SONG. 



Fringilla Canaria. — (Linn.) 



Let city birds in cages sing, 

 Such, such are not for me ; 



I love the freedom of the wing ; 

 I love my liberty. 



Be city birds, like monks immur'd, 



Such life is not for me; 

 It cannot, will not be endur'd, 



By love or liberty. 



Let city birds luxurious live- 

 Do nothing — yet to me 



No charm hath idleness to give;— 

 No charm hath luxury. 



The pleasure of pursuit is much — ■ 



I love to seek my food ; 

 I love to hear my neighbours touch 



Their flutes in grove or wood. 



Besides, I love to meet my fair 



Within the shady dell, 

 At noontide eve or morning rare, 



My tender tale to tell. 



