| lyric | 1. I have seen the lark soar high at morn to sing up in the blue,
I have heard the blackbird pipe its song, the thrush and the llinnet too.
But none of them cansing so sweet, my singing bird as you,
Aah, My singing bird as you.
2. If I could lure my singing bird from its own cosy nest,
If Icould catch my singing bird I would warm it on my breast,
And on my heart my singing bird would sing itself to rest,
Aah, Would sing itself to rest |