The birds are singing, the bells are ringing,
And the wild deer come galloping by, by.
And hush-a-ba, birdie, croon, croon,
Hush-a-ba, birdie, croon.
The Gaits are gane to the mountain hie,
And they'll no be hame till noon, noon.
This for the littlest ones, the cradle-creatures. But for the rest:
Boys and Girls, come out to play,
The Moon doth shine as bright as day;
Come with a whoop, come with a call,