Do Sing Us A Song

Do sing us a song of the silver tongued rill
That flows to the river from the old brown hill
By groves, ditches and hedgerows it babbles on it's way
On it's sea going journey by night and by day
From the higher country it journeys on down
To join the  big river in a field by the town
Where the dark brown dipper with breast white as snow
Does sing on a rock where the rapids quickly flow
And crawl onwards silently in every deep pool
Where the silver finned minnows in the shallows do school
It has babbled forever and will forever more
On it's way to the river to the  great ocean shore
With a silver tongue that can never be still
It babbles downland  from the field by the  hill.