THE GOLDFINCH. 127 



cherished wish, we do not undertake to deter- 

 mine. 



The song of the goldfinch has been fancifully 

 supposed to resemble the words, " Take me 

 with you if you please," chaunted in recitative, 

 with a strong emphasis on the first and fifth 

 words in the sentence. 



THE SONG OF THE GOLDFINCH. 



Take me with you if you please, 



I'm a merry little bird ; 

 I love the* orchard's sheltering trees, 



And there my cheerful note is heard. 



. Softly blows the summer breeze ; 

 Take me with you if you please. 



I love the woods and meadows too, 



Where other small birds gaily sing ; 

 I sip with them the morning dew, 

 And with them prune my glossy wing. 

 Softly blows the summer breeze; 

 Take me with you if you please. 



