A bitter reception for a visiting princess.

5 seconds sound clip from the The Snow Goose (1954) classic radio play.

You can hear this line at 00:05:10 in the radio play.

Quote context

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- Yeah. Yeah, that's right. I'm fond of birds. I like looking after them.

- Where did she come from, did you say?

- From Canada. That's a land far, far across the seas. Beautiful daughter of England.

- She's quite a young bird. No more than a year old, I'd say.

- She's born up there in northern Canada, and when she flew south to escape the snow and ice and bitter cold, a great storm must have seized her and whirled and buffeted her about.

- At last, exhausted by her ordeal, she sank to rest in this friendly green marsh only to be shot at by a hunter's gun.

- A bitter reception for a visiting princess.

- Is she really a princess?

- Of course she is. A princess among birds.

- We'll call her La Princesse Perdue, the lost princess.

- In a few days, she'll be feeling much better, won't you, princess?

- Gee, watch her eat up this grain I've got for her.

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