"It was my sister Marjory"
Here four more looked up.
"Who all my bones in pieces found;
Them in a handkerchief she bound,"
Now there were only eight left hewing.
"And laid them under the almond tree."
Now only five.
"Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry,"
Now only one.
"Oh what a beautiful bird am I!"
At length the last one left off, and he only heard the end.