After the day's toil and moil
A sweet melody he heard
A nightingale was singing
Pouring out her happy heart
In a melody sweet and ease
The song enchanted him most
Filling his heart with joy
He slept after a while dreaming
Next morn he trapped the bird
And in a beautiful cage he put
'You are mine for ever and ever
And sing for me every night.'
'Free me free me free me
If you wand to hear me sing
For my song is my love and
My love is my freedom
I want to sing and soar in the sky
If you free me I will give you
Maxims three of the world.'
He freed the bird to hear the truths
Perching on an upper branch
She asked the farmer to listen
"Don't believe the words of a hapless one,
Careful not to miss the one in hand,
And moan not for the lost one."
Saying thus the nightingale flew away
Singing merrily enjoying her freedom.
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