Poems (Hardy)/Song: Sing ivy

by Irenè Hardy

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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.