THE THRUSH'S SONG

Dear, dear, dear,

Is the rocky glen.

Far away, far away, far away

The haunts of men.

Here shall we dwell in love

With the lark and the dove,

Cuckoo and cornrail;

Feast on the banded snail,

Worm and gilded fly;

Drink of the crystal rill

Winding adown the hill,

Never to dry.

With glee, with glee, with glee,

Cheer up, cheer up, cheer up, here

Nothing to harm us, then sing merrily,

Sing to the loved ones whose nest is near—

Qui, qui, qui, kweeu quip,

Tiurru, tiurru, chipiwi,

Too-tee, too-tee, chiu choo,

Chirri, chirri, chooee,

Quiu, qui, qui.

W. Macgillivray