The Blackbird
Ah, blackbird, thou art satisfied
Where thy nest is in the bush:
Hermit that clinkest no bell,
Sweet, soft, peaceful is thy note.
Moling sang this
When I am among my elders
I am proof that sport is forbidden:
When I am among the mad young folk
They think that I am their junior.
The Church Bell in the Night
Sweet little bell
That is struck29 in the windy night,
I liefer go to a tryst with thee
Than to a tryst with a foolish woman.
Footnotes
29 The tongueless Irish bells were struck, not rung.