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And she went back merrily into the house to dinner. The bird flew away, sat himself on a goldsmith's house, and began to sing "My mother, she killed me; My father, he ate me; My sister, little Margery, Gathered up all my bones, Tied them in a silk handkerchief, And laid them under the Juniper-tree: Kywitt! Kywitt! what a beautiful bird am I!"
The bird flew down and took the red shoes in his left claw, and then he went back to the roof and sang: 'My mother killed her little son; My father grieved when I was gone; My sister loved me best of all; She laid her kerchief over me, And took my bones that they might lie Underneath the juniper-tree Kywitt, Kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I! When he had finished, he flew away.
"My mother, she killed me; My father, he ate me; My sister, little Margery, Gathered up all my bones, Tied them in a silk handkerchief, And laid them under the Juniper-tree: Kywitt! Kywitt! what a beautiful bird am I!" Afterwards he flew away to a shoemaker's, and set himself on his roof, and sang
"My mother, she killed me; My father, he ate me; My sister, little Margery, Gathered up all my bones, Tied them in a silk handkerchief, And laid them under the Juniper-tree: Kywitt! Kywitt! what a beautiful bird am I!" When the shoemaker heard it, he ran out of his door in his shirt-sleeves, looked towards his roof, and had to hold his hand over his eyes, so that the sun should not dazzle him.
The bird flew down and took the gold chain in his right claw, and then he alighted again in front of the goldsmith and sang: 'My mother killed her little son; My father grieved when I was gone; My sister loved me best of all; She laid her kerchief over me, And took my bones that they might lie Underneath the juniper-tree Kywitt, Kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!
Then the woman fell down again as if dead. "My sister, little Marlinchen," "Ah," said Marlinchen, "I too will go out and see if the bird will give me anything," and she went out. "Gathered together all my bones, Tied them in a silken handkerchief," Then he threw down the shoes to her. "Laid them beneath the juniper-tree, Kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!"
Then he flew away, and settled on the roof of a shoemaker's house and sang: 'My mother killed her little son; My father grieved when I was gone; My sister loved me best of all; She laid her kerchief over me, And took my bones that they might lie Underneath the juniper-tree Kywitt, Kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!
"My mother, she killed me; My father, he ate me; My sister, little Margery, Gathered up all my bones, Tied them in a silk handkerchief, And laid them under the Juniper-tree: Kywitt! Kywitt! what a beautiful bird am I!" And when he had finished, he flew away, with the chain in his right claw and the shoes in his left.
Kywitt! what a beautiful bird am I!" And when he had done singing, he opened his wings, and though he had in his right claw the chain, in his left the shoes, and round his neck the millstone, he flew far away to his father's house. In the room sat the father, the mother, and little Margery at dinner; and the father said, "Oh, how happy I am! altogether joyful."
"Oh!" said Margery, "I will go out too, and see if the bird will give me anything." "Gathered up all my bones, Tied them in a silk handkerchief," And the shoes were thrown down. "And laid them under the Juniper-tree: Kywitt! Kywitt! what a beautiful bird am I!" Then Margery was very joyful; she put on the new red shoes, and danced and jumped about.
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