Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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1. The Song of the Corncrake (continued)

   

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   On a cowslip's bank I sit,
   With daisies my board I deck
   Mosses beneath my feet.
   In the buttercups drink I seek:
   Marigolds give me light.
   On cornmint I recline:
   I cook my meat on the marguerite,
   And flavour it with dandelion.

   Crake, Crake, Crake,
   Silent falls the dew,
   Insect, fly and grasses
   Disappear from view.
   The orbed blaze is gone
   Away from my wistful sight,
   And a rising fog shall soon shut off
   The last faint gleam of light.

   II
   The blackbird pipes no more,
   The robin but rarely sings;
   The linnet the whole day long
   Food to her young brood brings.

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • Timothy Hurley