Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LADY SUMMER, by WILLIAM MILLER


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First Line: Birdie, birdie, weet your whistle!
Last Line: "I'll toot on anither horn."
Alternate Author Name(s): Laureate Of The Nursery
Subject(s): Birds; Summer


BIRDIE, birdie, weet your whistle!
Sing a sang to please the wean;
Let it be o' Lady Summer
Walking wi' her gallant train!
Sing him how her gaucy mantle
Forest-green trails owre the lea,
Broider's frae the dewy hem o't
Wi' the field-flowers to the knee!

How her foot's wi' daisies buskit,
Kirtle o' the primrose hue;
An' her e'e sae like my laddie's,
Glancing, laughing, loving blue!
How we meet on hill and valley,
Children sweet as fairest flowers,
Buds and blossoms o' affection,
Rosy wi' the sunny hours.

Sing him sic a sang, sweet birdie!
Sing it owre and owre again;
Gar the notes fa' pitter patter,
Like a shower o' summer rain.
"Hoot, toot, toot!" the birdie's saying,
"Wha can shear the rigg that's shorn?
Ye've sung brawlie simmer's ferlies,
I'll toot on anither horn."





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