The Song Of The Chaffinch Poem by Francis Duggan

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