O poor birds where must ye flye
Now your water pots are dry
If ye stay upon the heath
Ye'll be choak'd & clam'd to death
Therefore leave the shadeles goss
Seek the spring head lin'd with moss
There your little feet may stand
Safely on the printing sand
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