James Edwin Campbell

Bird-Song

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Cheereen! Cheewink! O poet,
We've come to stay, to stay.
Cheereen! Cheewink! You know it,
And smile as we pipe our lay.
Cheereen! Cheereen! Cheewink! Cheereen!
See all the hillsides turning green,
The sun is bright,
The sky is light,
Cheereen! Cheereen! Cheereen!


Cheereen! Cheewink! O poet,
We've come to play, to play.
Cheereen! Cheewink! You know it --
O smile as we pipe our lay.
Cheereen! Cheewink! Cheereen! Cheewink!
O list our notes, they rise, they sink
Upon the air,
So rich, so rare,
Cheereen! Cheereen! Cheereen!


Cheereen! Cheewink! O toiler,
'Tis time to work, to work.
The brook tells thee, the brawler,
'Tis time to cease to shirk.
Cheereen! Cheewink! Cheereen! Cheewink!
Not of the toil but harvest think,
Bring out thy plow,
'Tis work time now,
Cheereen! Cheereen! Cheereen!

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