Happy and Gay Marching Away. Unknown

      Here are Tot, Tom and Toby:

      There are lots of things to see;

      There are dogs and cats and horses and goats,

      As happy as they can be.

       Turn the leaves gently. The dogs and the cats,

      And the little children, too,

      Will be hurt if you tear them. How would you feel

      If any one tore up you?

      A lit-tle girl

      Read in her book,

      How a wick-ed boy

      A wild bird took

      From out its nest

      In the green-wood tree

      A cap-tive now

      'Tis forced to be,

      And flutters its poor wings all day long,

      And beats the bars of its cage so strong.

      "Poor lit-tle bird!"

      She soft-ly cried;

      Then on her head

      Her hood she tied,

      Took down the cage

      Of her own bird,

      Opened the door,

      With joy-ous word.

      "Fly, lit-tle bird, a-way," quoth she,

      Back to your home in the green-wood tree.

      A-way, a-way,

      The glad bird flew,

      Far out of sight,

      In heav-ens blue.

      The wee girl watched

      With won-der-ing eye,

      Till it had fad-ed

      In the sky,