Classic Poem

The sun beats from the mountain's top
Pretty, pretty,
The partridge comes from his nest;
She was saluted by the flowers,
She flew and came from the mountain's top
Ah! Pretty, pretty,
Ah! Dear little partridge!

When I hear the voice of the partridge
I break my fast on the house top,
The partridge comes chirping
And swinging from the mountain's side
Ah! Pretty pretty,
Ah! Dear little partridge!

Thy nest is enamelled with flowers,
With vasilico, narcissus and water-lily,
Thy place is full of dew,
Thou delightest in the fragrant odour
Ah! Pretty, pretty,
Ah! Dear little partridge!

Thy feathers are soft,
Thy neck is long, thy beak little,
The colour of thy wing is variegated,
Thou art sweeter than the doe
Ah! Pretty, pretty,
Ah! Dear little partridge!

When the little partridge descends from the tree
And with her sweet voice chirps,
He cheers all the world,
He draws the heart from the sea of blood
Ah! Pretty, pretty,
Ah! Dear little partridge!

All the birds call thee blessed,
They come with thee in flocks,
They come around thee chirping,
In truth there is not one like thee.
Ah! Pretty, pretty,
Ah! Beautiful little partridge!