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Now"-seatinghimself at the piano-"openyour mouth, little nightingale, and sing."
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Even Death himself listened to the song and said, 'Go on, little nightingale, go on!'
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For my part, I abhor your irregular geniuses, and I love to listen to the little nightingale of Twickenham.'
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And if there was a risk, would I not run it to hear my little nightingale over there when she opens the casements?
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The Chamberlain asked the little Nightingale to come and sing for the Emperor.
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The lovely nest of the little Nightingale of Twickenham has fallen into vulgar hands.
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Even Death himself listened and said: Go on, little Nightingale.
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And, sure enough, the little Nightingale began to sing.
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And in this wood lived a little Nightingale.
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But when they looked about for the real little Nightingale, they could not find her anywhere!
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Once more Death begged for a song, and this time the little Nightingale got the banner for her singing.
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Once more Death begged for a song, and this time the little Nightingale obtained the banner for her singing.
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His voice when he was young was so pleasing, that he was called in fondness "The Little Nightingale."
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"Yes," said Death; and the little Nightingale bought the Emperor's crown for a song.
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"Yes," said Death; and the little Nightingale bought the Emperor's sceptre for another song.
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' Little Nightingale,' called out the little kitchenmaid, 'our Gracious Emperor wants you to sing before him!'