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162 For the summer days are over,
 * All your duties are well done,

And the happy homes you builded
 * Have grown empty, one by one.

Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow,
 * Are you ready for your flight?

Are all the feather cloaks completed?
 * Are the little caps all right?

Are the young wings strong and steady
 * For the journey through the sky?

Come again in early spring-time;
 * And till then, good-by, good-by!"