[[audio/mpeg]The Goldfinch.THE MUSIC COMPOSED FOR MERRY’S MUSEUM, BY GEORGE J. WEBB.Music: The GoldfinchGoldfinch, pride of woodland glade,In thy jet and gold ar-rayed;Gentle bird, that lov’st to feedOn the thistle’s downy seed;Freely frolic, lightly sing,In the sunbeams spread thy wing;Spread thy plumage trim and gay,Glitt’ring in the noontide ray.Freely frolic, lightly sing,In the sunbeams spread thy wing;Spread thy plumage trim and gay,Glitt’ring in the noontide ray.Fickle bird, forever roaming,Endless changes ever loving,Now in orchards gaily sporting,Now to flowery fields resorting;Chasing now the thistle’s down,By the gentle zephyr blown,Lightly on thou wing’st thy way,Always happy, always gay.
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THE MUSIC COMPOSED FOR MERRY’S MUSEUM, BY GEORGE J. WEBB.
Music: The Goldfinch
Goldfinch, pride of woodland glade,In thy jet and gold ar-rayed;Gentle bird, that lov’st to feedOn the thistle’s downy seed;Freely frolic, lightly sing,In the sunbeams spread thy wing;Spread thy plumage trim and gay,Glitt’ring in the noontide ray.Freely frolic, lightly sing,In the sunbeams spread thy wing;Spread thy plumage trim and gay,Glitt’ring in the noontide ray.Fickle bird, forever roaming,Endless changes ever loving,Now in orchards gaily sporting,Now to flowery fields resorting;Chasing now the thistle’s down,By the gentle zephyr blown,Lightly on thou wing’st thy way,Always happy, always gay.
Goldfinch, pride of woodland glade,In thy jet and gold ar-rayed;Gentle bird, that lov’st to feedOn the thistle’s downy seed;Freely frolic, lightly sing,In the sunbeams spread thy wing;Spread thy plumage trim and gay,Glitt’ring in the noontide ray.Freely frolic, lightly sing,In the sunbeams spread thy wing;Spread thy plumage trim and gay,Glitt’ring in the noontide ray.Fickle bird, forever roaming,Endless changes ever loving,Now in orchards gaily sporting,Now to flowery fields resorting;Chasing now the thistle’s down,By the gentle zephyr blown,Lightly on thou wing’st thy way,Always happy, always gay.
Goldfinch, pride of woodland glade,
In thy jet and gold ar-rayed;
Gentle bird, that lov’st to feed
On the thistle’s downy seed;
Freely frolic, lightly sing,
In the sunbeams spread thy wing;
Spread thy plumage trim and gay,
Glitt’ring in the noontide ray.
Freely frolic, lightly sing,
In the sunbeams spread thy wing;
Spread thy plumage trim and gay,
Glitt’ring in the noontide ray.
Fickle bird, forever roaming,Endless changes ever loving,Now in orchards gaily sporting,Now to flowery fields resorting;Chasing now the thistle’s down,By the gentle zephyr blown,Lightly on thou wing’st thy way,Always happy, always gay.
Fickle bird, forever roaming,
Endless changes ever loving,
Now in orchards gaily sporting,
Now to flowery fields resorting;
Chasing now the thistle’s down,
By the gentle zephyr blown,
Lightly on thou wing’st thy way,
Always happy, always gay.