Letras

Of all the birds that I do know
Philip, my sparrow, hath no peer
For sit she high or sit she low
Be she far off or be she near
There is no bird so fair, so fine
Nor yet so fresh as this of mine
For when she once hath felt the fit
Philip will cry still, "Yit, yit, yit, yit"
"Yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit"
For when she once hath felt the fit
Philip will cry still, "Yit, yit, yit, yit"
"Yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit"
Come in a morning merrily
When Philip hath been lately fed
Or in an evening soberly
When Philip list to go to bed
It is a heaven to heare my Phippe
How she can chirp with merry lip
For when she once hath felt the fit
Philip will cry still, "Yit, yit, yit, yit"
"Yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit"
For when she once hath felt the fit
Philip will cry still, "Yit, yit, yit, yit"
"Yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit"
She never wanders far abroad
But is at home when I do call
If I command, she lays on load
With lips, with teeth, with tongue and all
She chants, she chirps, she makes such cheer
That I believe she hath no peer
For when she once hath felt the fit
Philip will cry still, "Yit, yit, yit, yit"
"Yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit"
For when she once hath felt the fit
Philip will cry still, "Yit, yit, yit, yit"
"Yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit, yit"
"Yit"
Written by: John Bartlet
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