Classic Poem

THE SKY-LARK'S SONG

Hey , laddie, hark, to the merry, merry lark;
How high he singeth clear:
Oh, a morn in spring is the sweetest thing
That cometh in all the year!
Oh, a morn in spring is the sweetest thing
That cometh in all the year!

Ring, ting! it is the merry springtime;
How full of heart a body feels!
Sing hey, trolly lolly, oh, to live is to be jolly,
When spring-time cometh with the summer at her heels!

God bless us all, my jolly gentlemen!
We'll merry be to-day;
For the cuckoo sings till the greenwood rings,
And it is the month of May!
For the cuckoo sings till the greenwood rings,
And it is the month of May!
Ring, ting! it is the merry spring-time,
How full of heart a body feels!
Sing hey, trolly lolly, oh, to live is to be jolly,
When spring-time cometh with the summer at her heels!