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Drink of the crystal rill

Winding adown the hill,

Never to dry.

With glee, with glee, with glee,

Cheer up, cheer up, cheer up, here

Nothing to harm us, then sing merrily,

Sing to the loved ones whose nest is near—

Qui, qui, qui, kweeu quip,

Tiurru, tiurru, chipiwi,

Too-tee, too-tee, chiu choo,

Chirri, chirri, chooee,

Quiu, qui, qui.

W. Macgillivray

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Sweet Suffolk Owl, so trimly dight

With feathers, like a lady bright,

Thou sing'st alone, sitting by night,

Te whit! Te whoo! Te whit! To whit!

Thy note that forth so freely rolls

With shrill command the mouse controls;

And sings a dirge for dying souls—

Te whit! Te whoo! Te whit! To whit!

Thomas Vautor

108

"Who—Who—the bride will be?"

"The owl she the bride shall be."

The owl quoth,

Again to them both,

"I am sure a grim ladye;

Not I the bride can be,

I not the bride can be!"

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When cats run home and light is come,

And dew is cold upon the ground,

And the far-off stream is dumb,