Copyright © 2001 by Paul Howarth
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O bird, that used to press,
Thy head against my cheek
With touch that seem'd to speak,
And ask a tender "yes":
Ay de mi, my bird:
Ay de mi, my bird, my bird:
Ay de mi, my bird.

O tender downy breast,
And warmly beating heart,
That beating seem'd a part
Of me who gave it rest:
Ay de mi, my bird:
Ay de mi, my bird, my bird:
Ay de mi, my bird.

By Arthur Sullivan
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Ay de mi, my bird
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