Little birdie, little birdie Come and sing me your song Got a short time to stay here And a long time to be gone 
Rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don’t ever shine Than for you to be another man’s darling And to know that you’d never be mine 
Little birdie, little birdie What makes you fly so high When you know that my true lover Is a-waiting in the sky 
I’m a long way from old Dixie And my old Kentucky home Got no father or mother No place to call my home 
Little birdie, little birdie What makes your head so red Well, after all that I been through It’s a wonder I ain’t dead 
Married woman, married woman Why don’t you settle down Your heart’s like the little birdie’s You’re flying all around 
Little birdie, little birdie Won’t you sing to me your song You’ve caused me lots of trouble You’ve caused me to do wrong 
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