Classic Poem

1

O there is one sweet dear thing
In every bodys mind
Sweet as life is to a king
Sweet as kindred to its kind
Some love the awthorn bush
Some love the woodland brake
— I loved the singing thrush
And I lov'd the woodland aik

2

For the thrush it loo'd the aik
And it built upo' the tap
And ere morn was wide awake
And every leaf did drap
Wi' the bright and glassy dew
While the thrush was on the aik
Singing every morning new
Pleased for its ain dear aik

3

O the mind has many things
To worship and admire
The hawk wi' winnowing wings
And the gilt fanes twittering fire
The aiks midsummer crown
Mang aither green luiks mellow
Theres some o' autumns brown
And some o gouden yellow

4

Morn and noon and eve
Bloom a' the aik thegether
And spring and autumn weave
Their several luiks o' weather
Brown dark green and yellow
And in its nest o' moss and clay
Where the thrush sings with its fellow
A' through the summers day