<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390838" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Armenian Folk-Song--The Partridge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As beats the sun from mountain crest,<br>With 'pretty, pretty',<br>Cometh the partridge from her nest;<br>The flowers threw kisses sweet to her<br>(For all the flowers that bloomed knew her);<br>Yet hasteneth she to mine and me--<br>Ah! pretty, pretty;<br>Ah! dear little partridge!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I hear the partridge cry<br>So pretty, pretty,<br>Upon the house-top, breakfast I;<br>She comes a-chirping far and wide,<br>And swinging from the mountain side--<br>I see and hear the dainty dear!<br>Ah! pretty, pretty;<br>Ah! dear little partridge!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy nest's inlaid with posies rare.<br>And pretty, pretty<br>Bloom violet, rose, and lily there;<br>The place is full of balmy dew<br>(The tears of flowers in love with you!)<br>And one and all impassioned call;<br>'O pretty, pretty--<br>O dear little partridge!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy feathers they are soft and sleek--<br>So pretty, pretty!<br>Long is thy neck and small thy breast;<br>The color of thy plumage far<br>More bright than rainbow colors are!<br>Sweeter than dove is she I love--<br>My pretty, pretty--<br>My dear little partridge!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When comes the partridge from the tree,<br>So pretty, pretty!<br>And sings her little hymn to me,<br>Why, all the world is cheered thereby--<br>The heart leaps up into the eye,<br>And echo then gives back again<br>Our 'Pretty, pretty,'<br>Our 'Dear little partridge!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Admitting the most blest of all<br>And pretty, pretty,<br>The birds come with thee at thy call;<br>In flocks they come and round they play,<br>And this is what they seem to say--<br>They say and sing, each feathered thing;<br>'Ah! pretty, pretty;<br>Ah! dear little partridge!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390838" data-title="Armenian Folk-Song--The Partridge de Eugene Field" data-description="As beats the sun from mountain crest, With 'pretty, pretty', Cometh the partridge from her nest; The flowers threw kisses sweet to her (For all the flowers that bloomed knew her); Yet hasteneth she to mine and me-- Ah! pretty, pretty; Ah! dear lit..."></div> </div> </div>

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