Sing Heigh-Ho!

There sits a bird on every tree;
    Sing heigh-ho!
There sits a bird on every tree,
And courts his love as I do thee;
    Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho!
    Young maids must marry.

There grows a flower on every bough;
    Sing heigh-ho!
There grows a flower on every bough,
Its petals kiss - I'll show you how:
    Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho!
    Young maids must marry.

From sea to stream the salmon roam;
    Sing heigh-ho!
From sea to stream the salmon roam;
Each finds a mate, and leads her home;
    Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho!
    Young maids must marry.

The sun's a bridegroom, earth a bride;
    Sing heigh-ho!
They court from morn till eventide:
The earth shall pass, but love abide.
    Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho!
    Young maids must marry.

Eversley, 1847.

Charles Kingsley

Charles Kingsley was an English writer, historian, and clergyman born on June 12, 1819, in Holne, Devon. He was associated with the Christian Socialist movement and was a friend of prominent figures such as Charles Darwin. Kingsley is best known for his historical novels, including 'Westward Ho!' and 'Hypatia,' as well as his children's book 'The Water-Babies.' His works often explore social issues and aim to contribute to societal reform. Kingsley died on January 23, 1875, in Eversley, Hampshire.

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Tell it to the locked-up trees,
Cuckoo, bring your song here!
Warrant, Act and Summons, please,
For Spring to pass along here!
Tell old Winter, if he doubt,
Tell him squat and square, a!
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    Or poppy hot aflame,
All the beasts and all the birds
    And all the fishes came
To her hand more soft than snow.

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