Darzee’s Chant
Singer and tailor am I—
Doubled the joys that I know—
Proud of my lilt to the sky,
Proud of the house that I sew—
Over and under, so weave I my music—so weave I the house that I sew.Sing to your fledglings again,
Mother, oh lift up you...
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