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CEarly each Dmday to the Amsteps of St. PGaul's
AmThe little old biGrd woman Amcomes.
In her oCwn special Dmway to the peAmople she cGalls,
Am"Come buy my Ebags full of Amcrumbs.
Come fFeed the little birds, sChow them you care,
And yFou'll be glad if you Cdo.
Their yoAmung ones are huFngry, their nAmests are so bGare;
All it tAmakes is TEuppence from AmyouG."
CFeed the bGirds, TuAmppence a Gbag,
AmTuppence, CTuppence, DmTuppence a bGag.
C"Feed the bGirds," Amthat's what she cGries,
AmWhile overheGad, her bEirds fill the sAmkies.
All aAmround the caEthedral the sAmaints and apEostles
Look dAmown as she seElls her waAmres.
CAlthough you can't sDmee it you Amknow they are sGmiling
CEach time someone sDmhows that he cAmareGs.
CThough her Gwords are sAmimple and fGew,
AmListen, lCisten, she cGalling to you.
C"Feed the Gbirds, TuAmppence a Ebag,
CTuppence, Tuppence, Tuppence Ga Cbag."
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