IN the Cotswolds is a nest With a name so dear That there's sorrow in my breast If I linger here: It is Birdlip, Birdlip, Cherry, apple, sloe! And it's Ah to be at Birdlip For the healing of my woe! In the Cotswolds is a nest Of a peace so deep That it seems a truer rest Than the soul of sleep. It is Birdlip, Birdlip, Nightingales and dew! And it's Ah to be at Birdlip, Happy nightingales, with you! In the Cotswolds is a nest With a maid so sweet, That there's sorrow in my breast Till our bosoms meet. She's at Birdlip, Birdlip, Fragrance and delight! And it's Ah to be at Birdlip In your arms, my Love, to-night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONQUEROR'S GRAVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE IMMORTAL MIND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE MODERN MAJOR-GENERAL, FR. THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 63 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN |