The Owl

Of all the brave birds that ever I see,
The owl is the fairest in her degree.
For all the day long she sits in a tree
And when the night comes away flies she.

Tu-whit, tu-woo, to whom drinks thou?
Sir knave to thee!

This song is well sung I make you a vow
And he is a knave that drinketh now,
Nose, nose, nose, nose,
And who gave thee that jolly red nose?

Cinnamon and ginger, nutmeg and cloves,
And that gave me gave me this jolly red nose.

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