Merrily, merrily, there they hie; now they rise and now they fly;
They cross and turn, and in and out, down the middle, and wheel about,
With a “Phew, shew, Wadolincon; listen to me, Bobolincon!
Happy’s the wooing that’s speedily doing, that’s speedily doing,
That’s merry and over with the bloom of the clover;
Bobolincon, Wadolincon, Winterseeble, follow, follow me!”
O what a happy life they lead, over hill and in the mead!
How they sing and how they play! See, that fly away, away!
Now they gambol o’er the clearing—off again, and then appearing;
Poised aloft on quivering wing, now they soar and now they sing,