THE YELLOW-HAMMER 
When, towards the summer’s close. 
Lanes are dry, 
And unclipt the hedgethorn rows, 
There we fly ! 
While the harvest waggons pass 
With their load, 
Shedding corn upon the grass 
By the road. 
In a flock we follow them, 
On and on, 
Seize a wheat-ear by the stem, 
And are gone. . . . 
With our funny little song, 
Thus you may 
Often see us flit along, 
by day. 
There is one beautiful little bird^ almost as 
well known as the Garden Thrush, or the Redbreast. 
He is to be found in every part of the country, and 
he is called the Yellow-Hammer, or Yellow Bunting. 
The name suits him well because his head, breast, 
and lower parts are of a bright yellow, almost the 
colour of dry mustard, streaked with dusky brown. 
His upper parts are reddish-brown. 
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