The Voyageur and Other Poems
Poor leetle bird so young—

 Moder won't hear you cryin', W'at is de use to call, W'en he is comin' flyin' Quick as de star is fall? Over de mountain, over de mountain, Hear dem call, Hear dem call—poor leetle rossignol? 

W'at is de use to call,

Quick as de star is fall?

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 Up w'ere de nes' is lyin', High on de cedar bough, W'ere de young hawk was cryin' Soon will be quiet now. Over de mountain, over de mountain, Hear heem call, Hear heem call—poor leetle rossignol! 

High on de cedar bough,

Soon will be quiet now.

 If he had only kissed her, Poor leetle rossignol! But he was los' hees sister, An' it 's alone he call— Over de mountain, over de mountain, Hear heem call, Hear heem call—poor leetle rossignol! 

Poor leetle rossignol!

An' it 's alone he call—

 Only a day of gladness, Only a day of song, Only a night of sadness Lastin' de w'ole life long. Over de mountain, over de mountain, Hear heem call, Hear heem call—poor leetle rossignol! 

Only a day of song,

Lastin' de w'ole life long.

 

 

 

 Meb-be 


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