And the wildborn birds they are singing today
And the contented cattle chewing their cuds do lay
In the green fields on view of the hills far away
And on the bed of the rippling pool stream
In the sunshine the basking brown trout their spotted skins gleam
And the song of the migratory cuckoo so pleasant to hear
On what is a beautiful time of the year
Chasing flying insects for their young in their mud nest in shed rafters nearby
The dark barn swallows do chirp as they fly
Above the old fields resplendent in their Nature's flowers
That have come to bloom in the recent Spring showers
And young lambs in the high fields around their grazing mothers play
In the warmth of the sunshine in May far away.
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