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We see continually how dear
to the songs of child-life are the mention of birds and all things sweet
in the round of everyday life. Here now:-
Hush-a-ba birdie, croon,
croon,
Hush-a-ba birdie, croon;
The sheep are gane to the silver wood,
And the coos are gane to the broom, broom,
And the coos are gane to the broom.
And its braw milking the
kye, kye.
It's brave milking the kye;
The birds are singing, the bells are ringing.
The wild deer come galloping by, by,
The wild deer come galloping by.
And hush-a-ba birdie,
croon, croon,
Hush-a-ba birdie, croon;
The gaits are gane to the mountain hie,
And theyll no be hame till noon,
And they'll no `be hame till noon. |
