The song of the chaffinch i fancy i hear <br />He sings in an old wood to my thoughts so near <br />The sunshine is warming his lovely pink breast <br />Nearby his mate quietly sits on her eggs in her nest <br />The song of the chaffinch in my heart remain <br />In the old wood he sings in the sunshine and rain <br />And good memories remain with me for to enjoy <br />Of late Spring and Summer in old Lisnaboy, <br />The dark winged barn swallows they chirp as they fly <br />Above the old fields in the bright and sunny sky, <br />A wee cocky fellow with a big bird song <br />The brown wren of the hedgerow one cannot get him wrong <br />And the chaffinch he sings on the leafy hedgerow <br />And his beautiful voice so many love and know.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-song-of-the-chaffinch/
