human
Bird, said the shoemaker,
gpt
No, said the bird,
human
I may not sing for nothing twice; you must give me something.
gpt
Wife, said the man,
human
Now bird, said the man,
gpt
It was my mother who murdered me; It was my father who ate of me; It was my sister Marjory Who all my bones in pieces found; Them in a handkerchief she bound, And laid them under the almond tree. Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry, Oh what a beautiful bird am I!
human
And in the mill sat twenty millers-men hewing a millstone--
gpt
while the mill was going
human
It was my mother who murdered me;
gpt
It was my father who ate of me;
human
It was my sister Marjory
gpt
Who all my bones in pieces found; Them in a handkerchief she bound,
human
And laid them under the almond tree.
gpt
Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry,
human
Oh what a beautiful bird am I!
gpt
Bird, said he,
human
No, said the bird,
gpt
I may not sing it twice for nothing; if you will give me the millstone I will sing it again.
human
Indeed, said the man,
gpt
All right, said the others,
human
It was my mother who murdered me; It was my father who ate of me; It was my sister Marjory Who all my bones in pieces found; Them in a handkerchief she bound, And laid them under the almond tree. Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry, Oh what a beautiful bird am I!