190 GRIMM S FAIRY TALES. |
 
The goldsmith was sitting in his shop making a golde —
 chain, and when he heard the bird, who was sitting on his roc .
 and singing, he started up to go and look, and as he passe ©
 over his threshold he lost one of his slippers ; and he wet
 into the middle of the street with a slipper on one foot an
 only a sock on the other; with his apron on, and the gol
 chain in one hand and the pincers in the other ; and sot ¬
 stood in the sunshine looking up at the bird.
 
“Bird,” said he, “how beautifully you sing; do sing th: —
 plece over again.”
 
ee said the bird, ‘““T do not sing for nothing twice ;
 you will give me that gold chain I will sing again."
 
“Very well,” said the goldsmith, "here is the gold chair ©
 now do as you said.”
 
Down came the bird and took the gold chain in his rig]
 claw, perched in front of the goldsmith, and sang,
 
 
‘*TIt was my mother who murdered me ;
 It was my father who ate of me;
 It was my sister Marjory
 Who all my bones in pieces found ;
 Them in a handkerchief she bound,
 And laid them under the almond tree.
 Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry,
 Oh what a beautiful bird am I!”
  
Then the bird flew to a shoemaker’s, and perched on h —
 roof, and sang,
  
** It was my mother who murdered me;
 It was my father who ate of me ;
 It was my sister Marjory
  
Who all my bones in pieces found ;
 Them in a handkerchief she bound,
 And laid them under the almond tree.
 Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry,
 
Oh what a beautiful bird am I!"
 
 
When the shoemaker heard, he ran out of his door in h —
 shirt sleeves and looked up at the roof of his house, holdin ©
 his hand to shade his eyes from the sun.
 
“ Bird,” said he, "how beautifully you sing !”
 
. Then he called in at his door,