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First Line: Where is your 'scituate, scituate, scituate'
Last Line: Live there and sing there till singing I die.
Subject(s): Scituate, Massachusetts; Yellowthroats (birds)


[The Maryland Yellowthroat, whose song to
many is "witchery, witchery, witchery,
witch!" to me calls the name of the Massachusetts
seaside village of Scituate.]

Where is your "Scituate, Scituate, Scituate,"
Bright little warbler up in the tree?
I know a Scituate, Scituate, Scituate,
I know a Scituate hard by the sea,
New England Scituate, plain little Scituate,
Dear little Scituate, quaint as can be.

Is that your "Scituate, Scituate, Scituate"?
Is that the theme of your whistling song?
Or some mysterious Scituate, Scituate,
Far in the land where the fairies belong?
Other quite misty, impalpable Scituate,
Whither the fairies and singing birds throng?

Gold-breasted chanter of "Scituate, Scituate,"
Whence came the gold? It was surely from there!
Bright-throated lover of "Scituate, Scituate,"
Warm is the glow of your Scituate fair!
Vigorous praiser of "Scituate, Scituate,"
Surely that region surpasses compare!

Lead me, gay warbler, to Scituate, Scituate;
Close will I follow wherever you fly.
I would see Scituate, Scituate, Scituate,
Vocal with carols and bright to the eye;
Yes, I would live in your Scituate, Scituate,
Live there and sing there till singing I die.





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