By the awakening shore
A red wing blackbird
In song could be heard
After the rosy dawn.
Bright, crescent applique's of the scarlet sun
Adorned his dark wings.
While sunny rays sparkled
On dewy open blossoms
To beautiful morning
Our feathered friend
Was singing!
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o lovely gayle red wing blackbird read, my ringed leg pidgeon