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Edith Nesbit - The Pedlar
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FLY, fly, my pretty pigeon, fly! 
    And see if you can find him; 
He has blue eyes--you`ll know him by,-- 
    He wears a pack behind him. 
He`s gone away--ah! many a mile 
    Because he could not please me, 
And, oh! `twill be a weary while 
    Ere next he comes to tease me. 


He carries wares of every kind, 
    Fine ribbons, silks, and laces, 
Bargains to rhyme with every mind, 
    And hues to suit all faces. 
He has gold rings and pretty things 
    That other maids will throng for, 
Ah, pigeon! spread your pretty wings, 
    And fly to him I long for. 


Tell him to turn and come again, 
    For once I sent him packing; 
He offered me a bargain then, 
    But wit and price were lacking. 
I have the price he asked of me, 
    The wit that will not weigh it; 
Ah! bid him come again and see 
    How gladly I will pay it. 


A heart of gold he offered me 
    As `twere a penny fairing, 
And only asked a worthless fee, 
    This heavy heart I`m wearing. 
I would not then--now long and drear 
    The white way winds behind him; 
Ah! seek him, seek him, Pigeon dear, 
    But you will never find him!
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