Aya! Ayaya, it is beautiful, beautiful it is out-doors when the summer comes at last. Ayaya, ayaya, aya! Ayaya, it is beautiful, beautiful it is out-doors when the reindeer begin to come, Ayaya, ayaya, aya! Ayaya, when the roaring river rushes from the hills in summer. Ayaya, ayaya, aya! Ayaya, there is no reason for me to be mournful when the gulls cease crying. Ayaya, ayaya, aya! Ayaya, plenty of meat I shall have and plenty codfish. Ayaya, ayaya, aya! Ayaya, it is beautiful, beautiful it is out-doors when the summer comes at last. Ayaya, ayaya, aya! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: SUSANNA AND THE ELDERS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY SONNET: 21 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SONGS by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD AN OLD BURYING GROUND by ELFRIDA DE RENNE BARROW NIAGARA by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SUPPLIANT by KATHARINE BROWN BURT FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 5 by JOHN BYROM |