B OSOM'D in these lofty trees,
Ages we have brav'd the blast;
The wintry wind, the summer breeze,
Heedless thro' our branches past;
Floating on the blue serene,
Here our new-fledg'd strength we try,
Pierce the clouds of glittering sheen,
Skim Heaven's azure canopy.
Caw, caw, caw.

When the grey and tender mist,
At the break of early day,
Melts before the glowing east,
Here we chaunt our festive lay;
And when Evening's twilight dye
Rich in sunbeams faintly glows,
Safely perch'd, and nestled high,
Here we sink to our repose.
Caw, caw, caw.

Many a gay and distant flight,
Tries our bold, adventurous wing;
Oh! with what intense delight
We have hail'd the infant spring;
But when Autumn's mellow hues
Gild the fields of wavy corn,
Each the glittering prize pursues,
And the nest is left forlorn.
Caw, caw, caw.

Oh! what joy 'tis ours to know,
Swimming thro' the liquid air;
Hard of heart, to wish us woe,
Cruel sportsman, oh! forbear—
Little is the boon we crave;
Grant us life and liberty,
Where the branches proudly wave,
Of our own, our native tree.
Caw, caw, caw.

B OSOM'D in these lofty trees,
Ages we have brav'd the blast;
The wintry wind, the summer breeze,
Heedless thro' our branches past;
Floating on the blue serene,
Here our new-fledg'd strength we try,
Pierce the clouds of glittering sheen,
Skim Heaven's azure canopy.
Caw, caw, caw.

When the grey and tender mist,
At the break of early day,
Melts before the glowing east,
Here we chaunt our festive lay;
And when Evening's twilight dye
Rich in sunbeams faintly glows,
Safely perch'd, and nestled high,
Here we sink to our repose.
Caw, caw, caw.

Many a gay and distant flight,
Tries our bold, adventurous wing;
Oh! with what intense delight
We have hail'd the infant spring;
But when Autumn's mellow hues
Gild the fields of wavy corn,
Each the glittering prize pursues,
And the nest is left forlorn.
Caw, caw, caw.

Oh! what joy 'tis ours to know,
Swimming thro' the liquid air;
Hard of heart, to wish us woe,
Cruel sportsman, oh! forbear—
Little is the boon we crave;
Grant us life and liberty,
Where the branches proudly wave,
Of our own, our native tree.
Caw, caw, caw.