YE MERRY BIRDS
Song by C. Heywood.
Ye merry birds that gayly sing,
Making the woods and'groves to ring-
For wines have ye to fly away
O'er land and sea And waters gray;
And voices sweet to all belong
That ye may breathe your souls in song.
Ye pretty birdlings, light and free"Ye pretty birdlings, light and free.
Will one, will one of you,
A message, a message- bear for me?
Down in a vale where cooling springs
Fill the soft air with murmurings.
Where blooming flow'rets, wild and sweet.
The evening zephyrs gladly greet;
There stands my own love s cottage dear,
There Spring-time blossoms all the year.-Chorus
Oh, could I fly to her with you
And tell her of my love so true,
And how my sighs are poured in vain.
That in her smiles I'd live again;
Against my heart I'd clasp her fast,
And in a kiss forget the past-Chorus.