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 And dear robin red-breasts again come to sing In this beautiful garden of ours.

Spring, summer, and autumn, and winter, I know, Each in turn fill our hearts with great pleasure; But spring, lovely spring-time, you certainly bring The greatest abundance of treasure.

UP! UP! AWAY!

At dawn of the day, When I'm wishing to sleep, My dear little birdie This carol will keep,— Up! Up! Away! See! See! 'T is day!

At dawn of the day It is so hard to wake; But I'll listen and hear, For my dear birdie's sake; Up! Up! you'll say, See! See! 'T is day!