the dorset meadow songbird
was a singing in the trees
singing for his supper
so rich and pleasantly
the woodland was a deck of green
and the sun shone hot above
the country lad went courting
with his own true love
the church bells were a ringing and the pastor said his piece
the choir was a singing and the kids were all at play
there were hayricks in the meadows
on a lovely summers day
the Daisy chains were hanging and the poppies decked the floor
four and twenty blackbirds were singing on the moor
the farmer drove his tractor and the town clock did chime
it was wareham in the summ and the bars were full of wine
the market stalls were crowded and the hawkers were in tow
the walls were high and grassy and the streams were running slow
the boys were out a fishing there were floats upon their line
the tramp was in the pasture sleeping off the wine
the train was in the station
heading for the coast
and i was in the bakers arms
drinking of a toast
theres thunder in the purbecks
lighting in the sky
four and twenty blackbirds
sing for you and i