Lyrics

A Sparrow-Hawk proud did hold in jail Wicked, wicked jail Music's sweet chorister, the nightingale The sweet, sweet nightingale To whom, with sighs, she said: "O, set me free! Already, I feel dead." (Ha, ha, ha) And in my song, I'll praise, "It set free! And no other - no bird but thee, no other." (I will not lose my diet) (Plus, I will forever keep you quiet)