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This oriole climbed up the tree
Song
1. This yellow thrush has climbed up the tree,
It sings sadly, its mate has left it,
My baby has left me too,
But I cry like the yellow thrush bird.
2. Waiting, waiting, my baby, oh, it's hard to wait,
Serving for two years for a little girl.
I'll gather my tears into a tent,
I'll write rosy letters to my baby.
3. Yellow thrush bird, don't climb up the tree,
Rather climb up to the army barracks.
Sing my sad song,
They took my lover to be a soldier.
It sings sadly, its mate has left it,
My baby has left me too,
But I cry like the yellow thrush bird.
2. Waiting, waiting, my baby, oh, it's hard to wait,
Serving for two years for a little girl.
I'll gather my tears into a tent,
I'll write rosy letters to my baby.
3. Yellow thrush bird, don't climb up the tree,
Rather climb up to the army barracks.
Sing my sad song,
They took my lover to be a soldier.