161The maid of Anketell GroveIt being in the merry month of May,
For a stroll before repose.
I strayed along to hear the song
Of the birds in Ankel (Anketell) Grove.
Where the thrush and the lark do sing till dark
And the cuckoo sounds so clear
And the blackbird whistles on each bough
Most charming for to hear.
By the one eyed bridge my way I took
Where fishes they do swim
The eel and trout do sport about
And swallows they do skim.
Where the owl and bat all day lie flat
In the ivy that grows green.
That climbs the wall both straight and tall
Most charming to be seen.
By Cooper hill I next did stray
To view the timber strong.
Where the ash and elm does point to Heaven
And the oak and beech grow long
Where the elm and elder does rise in splendor
And the Scotch and Spruce does stand
The rooks and quests [?] does build their nests
In the branches spreading grand.
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