Yellow-legged Little Lark
Song
Little yellow-legged lark, ; Don't come crying to my window. ; Don't come crying to my window, ; I am destined to be a soldier. ; ; A soldier is my life, ; My weapon is at my side. ; If I pluck it, ; Every little girl cries for me. ; ; The bird cries for me too, ; Even the branch that bends to the ground. ; That too bends to the ground, ; It would speak to me if it could.