“Merrily, merrily, there they hie;
Now they rise and now they fly;
They cross and turn and in and out,
And down the middle and wheel about,
With ‘Phew, shew, Wadolincoln; listen to me Bobolincoln!’
Happy’s the wooing that’s speedily doing,
That’s merry and over with bloom of the clover,
Bobolincoln, Wadolincoln, Winterseebee, follow me.”
June.
“Then sings the Robin, he who wears