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MY BOY.
MY BOY.
What do they up in Heaven,
That Bird and Boy should fly,
And leave my home so empty
To seek the far-off sky?
That Bird and Boy should fly,
And leave my home so empty
To seek the far-off sky?
What do they up in Heaven?—
Perchance the angels sing,
And, when they heard that music,
My Bird and Boy took wing.
Perchance the angels sing,
And, when they heard that music,
My Bird and Boy took wing.