The Thrushes

I

Och , wee thrush a-thirstin' to sing out
Such music an' sootherin' song,
Such heart-breakin' longin' to wring out,
Such swearin' the world's all wrong —
Faith, all the lone heart that ye fling out
Should be lovin' a whole life long!

II

Oh, wood-thrush, I listen an' listen,
For a song from yon wee nest above.
Since matin' your music I'm missin',
For there's nothin' left out to sing of —
'Tis the lip that ye'll never see kissin'
Is singin' foriver of love!