 | On two strings |  |
33
SUNNY MARCH.
The hedge is full of houses
And the houses full of eggs,
For it's Spring!
So the yellowhammer tinkles
To the hawthorn green again,
On the wing.
And the houses full of eggs,
For it's Spring!
So the yellowhammer tinkles
To the hawthorn green again,
On the wing.
The sparrow, he the gymnast,
Swings more boldly on his spray
In the sun,
And the mavis floods the orchard
With an air too fine for June,
Trill and run.
Swings more boldly on his spray
In the sun,
And the mavis floods the orchard
With an air too fine for June,
Trill and run.
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Now my milking-maid is waiting
By the haystack for a kiss,
In the dusk;
So I clasp my Love in lilac,
Dearly sweet with double scent,
Milk and musk!
By the haystack for a kiss,
In the dusk;
So I clasp my Love in lilac,
Dearly sweet with double scent,
Milk and musk!
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