III.
Think not, dear wife, I go, With a light thought at my heart 'Tis a pang akin to woe, That fills me as we part; But when the wolf was heard To howl around our lot, Thou know'st, dear mother-bird, I slew him on the spot!
Think not, dear wife, I go, With a light thought at my heart 'Tis a pang akin to woe, That fills me as we part; But when the wolf was heard To howl around our lot, Thou know'st, dear mother-bird, I slew him on the spot!