by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894)

Language: English 
The cock shall crow in the morning grey,
The bugles blow at the break of day,
  The cock shall sing and the merry bugles ring;
And all the little brown birds sing upon the spray.

The thorn shall blow in the month of May,
My love shall go in her holiday array,
  But I shall like in the Kirkyard nigh,
While all the little brown birds sing upon the spray.

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Researcher for this page: Geoffrey Wieting

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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