The spring is here. The flowers is riz
I wonder where dem birdies is
The trees and grass has all turned green
But there ain't a birdie to be seen
We just got all the praties in
And soon we'll have the capelin
But nary a bird have pitched his tent
Though the ice are gone and the snow has went
 

The crocus is here and so is the rose
The fences is limed ( and so is me clothes)
I sigh as I trudge behind my wheel barrow
Where oh Where is the swaller and sparrow
Dem dog gone flies 'll be here I bet
But dem poor little twitterers haven't come yet
My heart is tore twixt hope and sorrer
I'low they'll heave in sight tomorrow