This is the song of the Yellow-throat,

Fluttering gaily beside you;

Hear how each voluble note

Offers to guide you:

Which way, sir?

I say, sir,

Let me teach you,

I beseech you!

Are you wishing

Jolly fishing?

This way, sir!

I'll teach you.

 Then come, my friend, forget your foes and leave your fears behind, And wander forth to try your luck, with cheerful, quiet mind; For be your fortune great or small, you take what God will give, And all the day your heart will say, “'Tis luck enough to live.”

Then come, my friend, forget your foes and leave your fears behind,

And wander forth to try your luck, with cheerful, quiet mind;

For be your fortune great or small, you take what God will give,

And all the day your heart will say, “'Tis luck enough to live.”

 This is the song the Brown Thrush flings Out of his thicket of roses; Hark how it bubbles and rings, Mark how it closes: Luck, luck, What luck? Good enough for me, I'm alive, you see! Sun shining, No repining; Never borrow Idle sorrow; Drop it! Cover it up! Hold your cup! Joy will fill it, Don't spill it, Steady, be ready, Good luck!

This is the song the Brown Thrush flings

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