Little Wildling Bird

A small bird from the wilderness took lodging in yon bower:
It sang throughout a winter’s night, it sang with grace and power
«Come sing for me, come sing for me, you wildling bird so cheery:
With silk and gold I’ll grace your wings, for winter’s dark and dreary.»
«Go keep your silk, go keep your gold, I’ll never sing for money:
I am a little wildling bird, if days be dark or sunny.»
«Outside this vale, my wildling bird, there’s shelter not nor manger.»
«I have no fear, for Lady Sun shall keep me out of danger.»