Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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1. The Song of the Corncrake (continued)

   

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   The buzzing snipe grows tired,
   The cuckoo's voice doth break:
   It's the nightjar alone will chorus keep,
   When tonight I begin to crake.

   Crake, Crake, Crake,
   Man and bird and beast,
   Fired by this day's toil
   Have all gone off to rest.
   But while they sink to sleep,
   The stars above awake,
   And methinks from the wood, on the hill, I hear
   The echoes of my "crake."

   To-morrow when the moth
   Shall be throbbing in the sun,
   And the fawn - coloured field mouse
   From its nursery shall have gone;
   When the grass hopper is noisy,
   And the ants are on the wing,
   When the young frogs frisk through the dewy grass.
   I shall still continue to sing.

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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