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"Liberty! O birdie mine,
 You've a gilded home;
And with cherries, ripe and red,
 Every morn I come.
Would you wish to leave me now.
 Here alone to weep,
While you wing among the trees,
 And bathe in water sweet?
O birdie, cease complaining;
 Lift your golden breast,
And come and look so lovingly
 From out your little nest.
What! still you droop your head,
 Still you breathe your moan?
O birdie dear, sing merrily,
 In gayer, happier tone."

"Mistress dear, mistress dear,
 Still my heartstrings beat;
But though dying, still I'll sing
 O, Liberty is sweet."

"Birdie dear, cease complaining;
 Look! I open wide your door!