Explore "Armenian Folk-Song -- the Partridge" by Eugene Field on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
As beats the sun from mountain crest, / With "pretty, pretty", / Cometh the partridge from her nest; / The flowers threw kisses sweet to her / (For all the flowers that bloomed knew her); / Yet hasteneth she to mine and me -- / Ah! pretty, pretty; / Ah! dear little partridge!
And when I hear the partridge cry / So pretty, pretty, / Upon the house-top, breakfast I; / She comes a-chirping far and wide, / And swinging from the mountain side -- / I see and hear the dainty dear! / Ah! pretty, pretty; / Ah! dear little partridge!