Hear the plaintive cry of the whip-poor-will,

And the dew-drops lie on the tangled vines,

And over the poplars Venus shines,

And over the silent mill;

Ko-ling, ko-lang, kolinglelingle,

With ting-a-ling and jingle,

The cows come slowly home.

(Let down the bars; let in the train

Of long-gone songs, and flowers and rain,

For dear old time’s come back again,