CALLING THE BIRDS
Who is it wakes the sparrows' wall,
And sets a-tremble every spray,
With flutter, and chatter, and trill, and call?
Toujours gai.
And sets a-tremble every spray,
With flutter, and chatter, and trill, and call?
Toujours gai.
This whistling thing at sweet o' the year,
O is he bird, or boy, or fay?
Mayhap, some fairy chanticleer.
Toujours gai.
O is he bird, or boy, or fay?
Mayhap, some fairy chanticleer.
Toujours gai.
May he be fed on honey and kisses,
And where the undying roses stay
Wake the sweet world to newer blisses
Toujours gai.
And where the undying roses stay
Wake the sweet world to newer blisses
Toujours gai.
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