The Little Bird

My dear Daddie bought a mansion

For to bring my Mammie to,

In a hat with a long feather,

And a trailing gown of blue;

And a company of fiddlers

And a rout of maids and men

Danced the clock round to the morning,

In a gay house-warming then.

And when all the guests were gone, and

All was still as still can be,

In from the dark ivy hopped a

Wee small bird: and that was Me.