26.08.2018
Canary-bird
Free birdie, such a free birdie,Quail birdie, quail birdie.
What's on your mind, free birdie,
Where are you flying, flying?
Then a birdie sat on a fir-tree in a green garden, on a fir-tree,
On a thin, on a smooth
Twig it sat, on a twig.
Oh, sat and started singing, started singing
Oh, in a miserable voice, voice:
'Why father, oh, why mother
Do you marry me off, marry me off
Oh, to the soldier, to the boatman,
To the young lad, young lad
The soldier has no money,
The boatman has three pennies'