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SONGS OF THE SWALLOW.
But here in my empty nest I cannot stay; Thus cried the swallow,I go from the falling snow, oh, follow me—oh, follow.
One night my mate came home with a broken wing, So he died; and my brood went long ago;And I am alone, and I have no heart to sing, With no one to hear my song, and I must go; Thus cried the swallow,Away from dust and decay, oh, follow me—oh, follow.
But I think I will never find so warm and safe a nest. As my home, in the pleasant days gone by, gone by,I think I shall never fold my wings in such happy rest, Never again—oh, never again till I die; Thus cried the swallow,But I go from the falling snow, oh, follow me—oh, follow.
