Whip-Poor-Will
He was hidden out in the night
As he sang his mellow song
It was an whistle that we liked
And lasted the evening long
He flew to a another place
And sang his song again
He was camo\'d day and night
and was hidden on a limb
We gave him our rapt attention
As he sang his whistle song
The tune that he played
We copied all night long
We heard him every night
As we rested in our tents
To us he was well-known
And a little angel sent