Hark! I hear the voice again,Softly now and low,When the twilight's o'er the plainAnd the first stars glow.This is what it uttereth—In a rather mournful breath—"Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will!"What has Will been doing now?Has he truant playedWith a sad, coquettish browFrom some simple maid?Did he steal her heart away?For I hear you always say"Whip-poor Will! Whip-poor Will!"Tell me now what Will has done.Who's to whip him, dear?Is he some scamp full of funThat is straying near?Have you caught him at your nestBy the ones you love the best?"Whip-poor-Will! Whip-poor-Will!"That is all you seem to say,Little bird so shy.Tell me now, without delay,Why whip Will, oh! why?There! your voice fades in the lea—Leaving this command to me,"Whip-poor-Will! Whip-poor-Will!"—Monroe H. Rosenfeld.
Hark! I hear the voice again,Softly now and low,When the twilight's o'er the plainAnd the first stars glow.This is what it uttereth—In a rather mournful breath—"Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will!"What has Will been doing now?Has he truant playedWith a sad, coquettish browFrom some simple maid?Did he steal her heart away?For I hear you always say"Whip-poor Will! Whip-poor Will!"Tell me now what Will has done.Who's to whip him, dear?Is he some scamp full of funThat is straying near?Have you caught him at your nestBy the ones you love the best?"Whip-poor-Will! Whip-poor-Will!"That is all you seem to say,Little bird so shy.Tell me now, without delay,Why whip Will, oh! why?There! your voice fades in the lea—Leaving this command to me,"Whip-poor-Will! Whip-poor-Will!"—Monroe H. Rosenfeld.
Hark! I hear the voice again,Softly now and low,When the twilight's o'er the plainAnd the first stars glow.This is what it uttereth—In a rather mournful breath—"Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will!"
Hark! I hear the voice again,
Softly now and low,
When the twilight's o'er the plain
And the first stars glow.
This is what it uttereth—
In a rather mournful breath—
"Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will!"
What has Will been doing now?Has he truant playedWith a sad, coquettish browFrom some simple maid?Did he steal her heart away?For I hear you always say"Whip-poor Will! Whip-poor Will!"
What has Will been doing now?
Has he truant played
With a sad, coquettish brow
From some simple maid?
Did he steal her heart away?
For I hear you always say
"Whip-poor Will! Whip-poor Will!"
Tell me now what Will has done.Who's to whip him, dear?Is he some scamp full of funThat is straying near?Have you caught him at your nestBy the ones you love the best?"Whip-poor-Will! Whip-poor-Will!"
Tell me now what Will has done.
Who's to whip him, dear?
Is he some scamp full of fun
That is straying near?
Have you caught him at your nest
By the ones you love the best?
"Whip-poor-Will! Whip-poor-Will!"
That is all you seem to say,Little bird so shy.Tell me now, without delay,Why whip Will, oh! why?There! your voice fades in the lea—Leaving this command to me,"Whip-poor-Will! Whip-poor-Will!"—Monroe H. Rosenfeld.
That is all you seem to say,
Little bird so shy.
Tell me now, without delay,
Why whip Will, oh! why?
There! your voice fades in the lea—
Leaving this command to me,
"Whip-poor-Will! Whip-poor-Will!"
—Monroe H. Rosenfeld.