It was in the falling summer rain, I found myself one day, sir And I met a young man with a bird in his hand, and this to me did say, sir "This bird you see has been with me since the 23rd of May, sir" And all the time the rain came down in a most unpleasant way, sir Well, I looked at the bird in the young man's hand and the bird looked back at me, sir 'Twas a vulture plain from the hills of Spain I could so clearly see, sir I said, "I fear it's waiting here for you to pass away, sir" And all the time the rain came down in a most unpleasant way, sir Well, the young man shook his head and cried, "Whatever shall I do, sir? For I swear it's only right and fair that I give this bird to you, sir." I answered, "No," and turned to go, but something made me stay, sir And the bird was sitting on my arm in a most unpleasant way, sir So, here I've stood upon this spot for many's the night and day, sir For who could tend my feathered friend, 'til you came by this way, sir? And now the bird to you transferred, I can no longer stay, sir For it hurts to see you look at me in that most unpleasant way, sir