II cling and
On a branch, or
Through the cool, clear hush of Morning,
O!
Or fling my
On the air, and
To sleepier birds a warning,
O!
That the night's in flight,
And the sun's in sight,
And the dew is the grass adorning,
O!
And the green leaves
As I sing, sing, sing,
Up by the river,
Down the dell,
To the little wee nest,
Where the big tree fell,
So early in the morning,
O!
II flit and
In the sun for a
When his light so bright is shining,
O!
Or sit and
My plumes, or
Straw plaits for the nest's nice lining,
O!
And she with
Shows unto
Underneath her wings reclining,
O!
And I sing that
Has an egg, egg, egg,
Up by the oat-field,
Round by the mill,
Past the meadow,
Down the hill,
So early in the morning,
O!
II stoop and
On the air, or
Through the trees, and then go soaring,
O!
To group with a
On the gusty
While the wind behind is roaring,
O!
I skim and
By a cloud's red
And up to the azure flooring,
O!
And my wide wings
As I slip, slip, slip,
Down through the rain-drops,
Back where
Broods in the
On the little white egg,
So early in the morning,
O!
