And their mother was pleased, for she loved them all well.
She spread her soft wings o’er them all the day long
To warm them and guard them, her love was so strong;
Her mate sat beside her and sang her a song.
One day the wee birds were all crying for food,
So off flew their mother away from her brood;
And up came some boys who were wicked and rude.
They pulled the warm nest down away from the tree;
The little ones cried, but they could not get free;
But they died all alone, little one, two, three.