29 MAY 1926, Page 16

IF all the young maidens were blackbirds and thrushes—

Sing merry, sing merry, now fly not away !

I'd find me a garden of green flowering bushes, Where all the young maidens might nest them in May.

With lilac and cherry,

And Autumn's red berry—

And oh, we'll sing merry at dawning of day !

If all the young maidens were birds in my spinneys—.

Sing clearly, sing clearly, now fly not from me !

Not a thrush would I part with for ten golden guineas, Nor barter a blackbird for pearls, of the sea.

I'd love them so dearly,

So late and so early—

And oh, we'll sing clearly from every tall tree 1 Hawaii Magratamq.