As beats the sun from mountain crest, br With 'pretty, pretty', br Cometh the partridge from her nest; br The flowers threw kisses sweet to her br (For all the flowers that bloomed knew her); br Yet hasteneth she to mine and me-- br Ah! pretty, pretty; br Ah! dear little partridge! br br And when I hear the partridge cry br So pretty, pretty, br Upon the house-top, breakfast I; br She comes a-chirping far and wide, br And swinging from the mountain side-- br I see and hear the dainty dear! br Ah! pretty, pretty; br Ah! dear little partridge! br br Thy nest's inlaid with posies rare.