Feed The Birds Tuppence A Bag

	  		 
 

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Early each day to the steps of St. Paul's  
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The little old bird woman comes. 
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In her own special way to the people she calls, 
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"Come buy my bags full of crumbs. 
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Come feed the little birds, show them you care, 
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And you'll be glad if you do. 
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Their young ones are hungry, their nests are so bare; 
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All it takes is Tuppence from you." 
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Feed the birds, Tuppence a bag, 
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Tuppence, Tuppence, Tuppence a bag. 
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"Feed the birds," that's what she cries, 
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While overhead, her birds fill the skies. 
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All around the cathedral the saints and apostles  
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Look down as she sells her wares. 
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Although you can't see it you know they are smiling 
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Each time someone shows that he cares. 
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Though her words are simple and few, 
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Listen, listen, she calling to you. 
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"Feed the birds, Tuppence a bag, 
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Tuppence, Tuppence, Tuppence a bag."