WILLIAM M'DONNELL

WILLIAM M'DONNELL

AS time past onwards, day by dayManita by the grave would stay;And often she would steal by nightTo that lone spot to glad her sight ...And many came to hear the songShe sung at times the whole day long.She fancied, too, that flowers and birdsWere listening to its tender words,And that at night the dreaming moonSent echoes to her simple tune—It was a loving lay to cheerWhile Ogemah lay sleeping near:"I have a little friendUp in the tall pine tree.In the sunny air he sings,Sits and sings with folded wings,Sings low and soft down by the lake,Lest he should Ogemah awake.I have a pretty friend,The redbreast in the tree.All day for me he sings,Word from Ogemah he brings,And often warbles by the lakeTo see if he is yet awake."

AS time past onwards, day by dayManita by the grave would stay;And often she would steal by nightTo that lone spot to glad her sight ...And many came to hear the songShe sung at times the whole day long.She fancied, too, that flowers and birdsWere listening to its tender words,And that at night the dreaming moonSent echoes to her simple tune—It was a loving lay to cheerWhile Ogemah lay sleeping near:"I have a little friendUp in the tall pine tree.In the sunny air he sings,Sits and sings with folded wings,Sings low and soft down by the lake,Lest he should Ogemah awake.I have a pretty friend,The redbreast in the tree.All day for me he sings,Word from Ogemah he brings,And often warbles by the lakeTo see if he is yet awake."

AS time past onwards, day by dayManita by the grave would stay;And often she would steal by nightTo that lone spot to glad her sight ...And many came to hear the songShe sung at times the whole day long.She fancied, too, that flowers and birdsWere listening to its tender words,And that at night the dreaming moonSent echoes to her simple tune—It was a loving lay to cheerWhile Ogemah lay sleeping near:

AS time past onwards, day by day

Manita by the grave would stay;

And often she would steal by night

To that lone spot to glad her sight ...

And many came to hear the song

She sung at times the whole day long.

She fancied, too, that flowers and birds

Were listening to its tender words,

And that at night the dreaming moon

Sent echoes to her simple tune—

It was a loving lay to cheer

While Ogemah lay sleeping near:

"I have a little friendUp in the tall pine tree.In the sunny air he sings,Sits and sings with folded wings,Sings low and soft down by the lake,Lest he should Ogemah awake.

"I have a little friend

Up in the tall pine tree.

In the sunny air he sings,

Sits and sings with folded wings,

Sings low and soft down by the lake,

Lest he should Ogemah awake.

I have a pretty friend,The redbreast in the tree.All day for me he sings,Word from Ogemah he brings,And often warbles by the lakeTo see if he is yet awake."

I have a pretty friend,

The redbreast in the tree.

All day for me he sings,

Word from Ogemah he brings,

And often warbles by the lake

To see if he is yet awake."


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