by Thomas Vautor (1590 - 1625)

Sweet Suffolk Owl, so trimly dight
Language: English 
Sweet Suffolk Owl, so trimly dight
With feathers like a lady bright,
Thou singest alone, sitting by night,
  Te whit, te whoo! Te whit, te whoo!

The note, that forth so freely rolls,
With shrill command the mouse controls;
And sings a dirge for dying souls,
  Te whit, te whoo! Te whit, te whoo!

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This text was added to the website: 2005-08-06
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