SONG THRUSH. 33 



Qui, qui, qui, kween, quip, 

 Tiurrn, tiurrn, chipiwi, 

 Too-tee, too-te, chin-choo, 

 Chivi, cbivi, choo-ee, 

 Qui, qui, qui." 



Mr. Buckland, in his edition of White's Selborne, 

 gives the following as the substance of part of a Thrush's 

 song, as described by Mr. Davy, a well-known London 

 bird-catcher : 



" Knee deep, knee deep, knee deep, 

 Cherry du, cherry du, cherry du, cherry du, 



White hat, white hat ; 

 Pretty Joey, pretty Joey, pretty Joey, pretty Joey." 



I think that both of these are excellent representations 

 of phrases in the song of the Thrush. Another very 

 frequent utterance is 



" Sit ye down, sit ye down." 



Hence the bird has been sometimes called the " sit-ye- 

 down." An Elm Park Thrush over and over again 

 repeated a phrase which sounded like " Mr. Bewley, 

 Bewley, Bewley, Bewley " a name held in high repute 

 in our neighbourhood, and, indeed, everywhere in 

 Dublin. 



High upon a tree, we are told that the Song Thrush 

 often sits and sings, " with his eyes half-closed, as if he 

 were at prayers," as, indeed, he probably is. When a 

 cat is in the neighbourhood, or when otherwise greatly 

 alarmed, the Thrush often utters some loud notes which 

 somewhat resemble those of the Blackbird when dis- 

 turbed, or rather "hac, hac, hac ;" when quietly on the 

 wing, a short "chip" is heard, as he flits rapidly over- 

 head. 



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