Poem by Robert Nicoll

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. We'll A' Go Pu' the Heather
2. The Battle Word
3. The Muir o' Gorse and Broom
4. The Hopes of Age
5. Menie

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