On a sultry summer morning
Down the dusty road we stray'd
And plucked the wayside flowers
And ran and laughed and played!
There was not the slightest breeze
And we wearied of our play
And then we heard the yellowhammer say:
"A little bit of bread and no cheese!"
Once again we roamed the woodland
Wen the years had fleeted by
And, poor as mice, we pledged our vows
My love and I
We had kissed beneath the tress
And then we heard again
The yellowhammer say, quite plain
"A little bit of bread and no cheese!"
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