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In May In Lisnaboy

In clump of grass by thick hedge on her eggs the pheasant lay
And the much more brightly coloured male cucks near all through the day
And the meadow pipit pipes his song as o'er the field he fly
And scent of blossom in the wind in May in Lisnaboy.

In Den Jack's field in rushy patch the day old leveret rest
His siblings not too far away each in a separate nest
Their mother comes to suckle them just after darkness fall
She know exactly where they are when they answer her call
And through the night o'er rushy field the male snipe flies around
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