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'There, bird,' said the shoemaker, 'now sing me that song again.'

The bird flew down and took the red shoes in his left claw, and

then he went back to the roof and sang:

'My mother killed her little son; My father grieved when I was

gone; My sister loved me best of all; She laid her kerchief over

me, And took my bones that they might lie Underneath the

juniper-tree Kywitt, Kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!'

When he had finished, he flew away. He had the chain in his right

claw and the shoes in his left, and he flew right away to a mill,

and the mill went 'Click clack, click clack, click clack.' Inside

the mill were twenty of the miller's men hewing a stone, and as

they went 'Hick hack, hick hack, hick hack,' the mill went 'Click

clack, click clack, click clack.'

The bird settled on a lime-tree in front of the mill and sang:

'My mother killed her little son;

then one of the men left off,

My father grieved when I was gone;

two more men left off and listened,

My sister loved me best of all;