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A bird in the air, a fish in the sea.
HNR 592
A bird in the air, a fish in the sea.
A bonnie wee lassie came singing to me;
The sun in the sky, the moon in a tree,
The bells in the steeple are ringing for me.
I went up the mountain
And blew upon my horn,
And every lad in Upper Town
Knew that it was dawn.
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Bower Mother Goose