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One winter's eve I went a walking
Out beyond the city gate
For to fetch a fresh young pheasant
For my darling's dinner plate

It was snowing oh so quietly
And the woods were white and soft
Just the sound of snowflakes falling
And the footsteps as I walked

There I saw a fresh young pheasant
And I shot and killed him there
And I heard a distant church bell
As the bird fell from the air

As I held his dying body
The strangest thought came over me
God had made this little body
That I had killed so thoughtlessly

All the woods were dark and shadowed
With the light the cold stars gave
Said a prayer to God in heaven
And covered up the little grave
And covered up the little grave

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