metrically?

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And, thus continuing, she said,

I had a son, who many a day

Sailed on the seas; but he is dead;

In Denmark he was cast away;

And I have travelled far as Hull, to see

What clothes he might have left, or other property.

The bird and cage they both were his:

’Twas my son’s bird; and neat and trim

He kept it: many voyages

This singing-bird hath gone with him;

When last he sailed he left the bird behind;

As it might be, perhaps, from bodings of his mind.

He to a fellow-lodger’s care

Had left it, to be watched and fed,

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Till he came back again; and there

I found it when my son was dead;

And now, God help me for my little wit!

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