How Sweet Sings the Thrush

How sweet sings the thrush i' the mornings o' March
I' white thorns bonny bush or the thickets o' Larch
O the thrush is a sweet bird and sweetly sings he
Where Phebe gangs milking beneath the aik tree.

O Phebe is bonny and Phebe is fat
And fair as blue ribbons upon her straw hat
The hive Bee is humming in mornings o rime
While Phebe brings summer and flowers in their prime.

How sweet the thrush sings on the Sycamore tree
And his song Robin brings where I come to court thee
Where I court in sweet kisses my Phebe dear
Red Robin ne'er misses to sing the whole year.
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