The squirrel

Melody -

The winds they did blow,
The leaves they did wag;
Along came a beggar-boy,
And put me in his bag.
  He took me up to London:
A lady did me buy;
Put me in a silver cage,
And hung me up on high.

With apples by the fire,
And nuts for to crack:
Besides a little feather-bed
To rest my little back.

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