Swiftly we fly
Thro' the evening sky,
When the silver moon shines bright;
When the bat flits round,
And the dewy ground
Is speckled with the glow-worm's light.
When the ring-doves rest
On their downy breast,
Flitting thro' the air we pass;
Where screams the owl,
And watch-dogs howl,
We revel in the shaven grass.
Then, when we hear
Loud chanticleer,
Again, to our haunts we fly;
And thro' the day,
Sleep the hours away,
Till the moon-beams again we spy.

Swiftly we fly
Thro' the evening sky,
When the silver moon shines bright;
When the bat flits round,
And the dewy ground
Is speckled with the glow-worm's light.
When the ring-doves rest
On their downy breast,
Flitting thro' the air we pass;
Where screams the owl,
And watch-dogs howl,
We revel in the shaven grass.
Then, when we hear
Loud chanticleer,
Again, to our haunts we fly;
And thro' the day,
Sleep the hours away,
Till the moon-beams again we spy.