Robert Nicoll (Роберт Николь)

Down by the Wood

DOWN by the wood
    When daylight is breaking,
And the first breath of dawn
    The green leaves is shaking,
'Tis bliss without limit,
    Alone to be straying—
To hear the wild wood-birds,
    And what they are saying!

Down by the wood
    When it's noon in the heaven,
And the steer to the shade
    Of the hedgerow is driven,—
'Tis sweet to recline
    In the beechen-tree's shadow,
And drink all the glories
    Of field, forest, meadow!

Down by the wood
    At the fall of the gloaming,
'Mong clear crystal dew-drops
    'Tis sweet to be roaming:—
The hush of the wheat-ears—
    The gushing of water—
The shiver of green leaves—
    The music of nature!

1. Our Auld Gudeman
2. The Lass of Turrit Ha’
3. The Battle Word
4. The Wooing
5. The Toun Where I Was Born

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