My birdieIngeborg Bronsart von SchellendorfNay, who'll believe it, come and see,My little Jenny dancing!As were her dress of feathers made,With fringes brightly glancing.
← LibraryIngeborg Bronsart von Schellendorf · songMy birdieMy birdie by Ingeborg Bronsart von Schellendorf with libretto, IPA, translation, and study tools.Audio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongMy birdieIngeborg Bronsart von SchellendorfNaynˈeɪ,whohˈuː'llbelievebɪlˈiːvitˈɪt,comekˈʌmandˈændseesˈiː,MymˈaɪlittlelˈɪtəlJennydʒˈɛnidancingdˈɑːnsɪŋ!Asəzwerewˈɜːherhˈɜːdressdɹˈɛsofˈɒvfeathersfˈɛðəzmademˈeɪd,Withwˈɪðfringesfɹˈɪndʒɪzbrightlybɹˈaɪtliglancingɡlˈɑːnsɪŋ.