Poems (Hardy)/Song: Sing ivy
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A ROBIN sat on a willow tree, Sing ivy; sing ivy."O where is my mate, O where are my nestlings three?" Sing ivy; sing ivy."The storm has beaten, the wind has chilled,My nest with snow and hail is filled." Sing ivy; sing ivy.
A carline sat by her dead hearth-fire; Sing ivy; sing ivy."O where is my mate, O where are my children three?" Sing ivy; sing ivy."The waves came up on the stormy shore,And the boat returned, returned no more." Sing ivy; sing ivy.