The sky-lark’s SONG
HEY, laddie, hark, to the merry, merry lark;
  How high he singeth clear:
Oh, a morn in spring is the sweetest thing
  That cometh in all the year!
Oh, a morn in spring is the sweetest thing
  That cometh in all the year!

    Ring, ting! it is the merry spring-time;
        How full of heart a body feels!...