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1. Of all the birds that ever I see, / The owl is the fairest in her degree. / For all the day long she sits in a tree, / And when the night cometh, away flies she. / To-whit! To-who! says she, To-who! / Cinamon, ginger, nutmegs and cloves, / And brandy gave me my jolly red nose.
2. The lark in the morn ascendeth on high / And leaves the poor owl to sob and to sigh; / And all the day long, the owl is asleep, / While little birds blithely are singing, cheep! cheep! / To-whit! To-who! says she, To-who! / Cinamon, ginger, &c.
3. There's many a brave bird boasteth awhile, / And proves himself great, let Providence smile, / Be hills and be vallies all covered with snow, / The poor owl will shiver and mock with Ho! Ho! / To-whit! To-who! says she, To-who! / Cinamon, ginger, &c.