How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time
While Landrails call from day to
Amid the grass and
We hear it in the weeding
When knee deep waves the
We hear it in the summers prime Through meadows night and
And now I hear it in the
That grows as sweet
And let a minutes notice
And now tis in the
Tis like a fancy everywhereA sort of living
We know tis something but it
Will blab the secret
If heard in close or meadow
It flies if we
But follows if we notice
The close and meadow
Boys know the note of many a
In their birdnesting
But when the landrails noise is heard They wonder at the
They look in every tuft of
Thats in their rambles
They peep in every bush they
And none the wiser
And still they hear the craiking
And still they wonder
It surely cant be under
Nor is it in the
And yet tis heard in every
An undiscovered
And makes a pleasant wonder
For all the summer
The shepherd whistles through his
And starts with many a
His busy dog across the
In hopes to fright it
Tis still a minutes length or
Till dogs are off and
Then sings and louder than
But keeps the secret
Yet accident will often meet The nest within its
And weeders when they weed the
Discover where they
And mowers on the meadow
Chance on their noisy
And wonder what the bird can
That lays without a
In simple holes that birds will
When dusting on the
They drop their eggs of curious
Deep blotched and nearly roundA mystery still to men and
Who know not where they
And guess it but a summer
Among the meadow hay
