  It was an owl lived in an oak, Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl! He often smiled, but he seldom spoke, And he wore a wig and a camlet cloak. Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl! Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo! He fell in love with the chickadee, Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl! He askÈd her, would she marry he, And they'd go and live in Crim Tartaree. Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl! Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo! "'Tis true," says he, "you are far from big." Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl! "But you'll look twice as well when I've bought you a wig, And I'll teach you the Lancers and the Chorus Jig." Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl! Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo! "I'll feed you with honey when the moon grows pale." Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl! "I'll hum you a hymn, and I'll sing you a scale, Till you quiver with delight to the tip of your tail!" Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl! Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo! So he went for to marry of the chickadee, Sing heigh ho! the prowly owl! But the sun was so bright that he could not see, So he marriÈd the hoppergrass instead of she. And wasn't that a sad disappointment for he! Sing heigh ho! the howly fowl! Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whoo! |
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