5 O ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 



All nature is smiling, 



Our young hearts beguiling, 



O, we will be happy to-day. 



CHORUS. 



Away, away, away, away, 

 Away to the woods, away; 

 Away, away, away, away. 

 Away to the woods, away. 



THE BROWN THRUSH. 



THERE'S a merry brown thrush sitting up in a tree ; 

 He's singing to me ! he's singing to me ! 

 And what does he say, little girl, little boy ? 

 ''Oh ! the world's running over with joy ! 

 Hush ! look ! in my tree 

 I'm as happy as happy can be.-" 



And the brown thrush keeps singing, "A nest do you see, 

 And five eggs hid by me in the big cherry tree ? 

 Don't meddle, don't touch, little girl, little boy, 

 Or the world will lose some of its joy ! 



Now I'm glad ! now I'm free ! 



And I always shall be, 



If you never bring sorrow to me." 



So the merry brown thrush sings awayvin the tree, 

 To you and to me to you, and to me; 

 And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy; 

 " Oh, the world's running over with joy ! 

 But long it won't be 

 Don't you know? don't you see? 

 Unless we're as good as can be." 



LUCY LARCOM. 



I had a little yellow bird 



Upon a summer's day, 

 He sat upon my finger 



And he never flew away. 

 He fluttered and he fluttered 



And he fluttered all the day, 

 But he never sang a song, 



And he never flew away. 



ST. NICHOLAS, 1888. 



