O, thou merry brook that gurglest on 

 And makest all so happy on thy way, 

 Scorn not the songs I sing to thee; 

 And every time the wood peewee 

 And all thy songsters, full of glee, 

 Sing on thy merry happy banks all day. 

 Answer, untiring. 

 With thy murmuring. 



O, thou sky-lark, high in cloud-decked 



sky. 

 Who carolest in joy for everyone, 

 Thou weariest not when nestlings cry 

 For parents dear. Until they fly 

 High in the sky to sing with thee 

 Thou takest care of each and every one. 

 And art sore grieved 

 When they have gone. 



O, thou woodland folk, come nigh to me 

 For I am come to sing glad songs of 



thee; 

 But condescend to hear my song 

 That I be singing all day long. 

 I'd have good times with thee along. 

 And roam abroad with all the crea- 

 tures free. 



Nor think nor care. 



But just be glad with thee. 



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