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Updated: June 22, 2025
"My mother she killed me, My father he ate me, My sister, little Marlinchen, Gathered together all my bones, Tied them in a silken handkerchief, Laid them beneath the juniper-tree, Kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!" And when he had sung the whole he flew away.
The bird flew away and alighted on the house of a goldsmith and began to sing: '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 bird came down, and all the twenty millers took poles, and lifted the stone up. The bird stuck his neck through the hole in the millstone, and put it on like a collar, and flew back to the tree, 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!
then one man stopped; "My father, he ate me;" then two more stopped and listened; "My sister, little Margery," then four more stopped; "Gathered up all my bones, Tied them in a silk handkerchief," now only eight more were chopping, "Laid them under" now only five, "the Juniper-tree." now only one. "Kywitt! Kywitt! what a beautiful bird am I!"
But the man went out and looked at the bird: "Gathered together all my bones, Tied them in a silken handkerchief, Laid them beneath the juniper tree, Kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!" On this the bird let the golden chain fall, and it fell exactly round the man's neck, and so exactly round it that it fitted beautifully.
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