HUSH-A-BA birdie, croon, croon, Hush-a-ba birdie, croon, The sheep are gane to the silver wood, And the cows are gane to the broom, broom. And it's braw milking the kye, kye, It's braw milking the kye, The birds are singing, the bells are ringing, The wild deer come galloping by, by. And hush-a-ba birdie, croon, croon, Hush-a-ba birdie, croon, The gaits are gane to the mountain hie, And they'll no be hame till noon, noon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN TWILIGHT by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET UTOPIA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON RECESSIONAL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |