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Early each day to the steps of St. Paul's 
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The little old bird woman comes.
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In her own special way to the people she calls,
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"Come buy my bags full of crumbs.

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Come feed the little birds, show them you care,
     F                    C
And you'll be glad if you do.
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Their young ones are hungry, their nests are so bare;
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All it takes is Tuppence from you."

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Feed the birds, Tuppence a bag,
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Tuppence, Tuppence, Tuppence a bag.

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"Feed the birds," that's what she cries,
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While overhead, her birds fill the skies.
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All around the cathedral the saints and apostles 
      Am           E         Am
Look down as she sells her wares.
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Although you can't see it you know they are smiling
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Each time someone shows that he cares.
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Though her words are simple and few,
Am       C           G
Listen, listen, she calling to you.

C         G        Am       E
"Feed the birds, Tuppence a bag,
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Tuppence, Tuppence, Tuppence a bag."