What bird so sings, yet so does wail, br 'Tis Philomel the Nightingale; br Jug, jug, jug, tereu she cries, br And hating earth, to heaven she flies. br Ha, ha, hark, hark, the Cuckoos sing br Cuckoo, to welcome in the Spring. br Brave prick-song; who is't now we hear! br 'Tis the Lark's silver lir-a-lir: br Chirrup, the Sparrow flies away; br For he fell to't ere break of day.