Full Lyrics
Hark, d’ye hear the Robin’s early greeting
O’er the clover blossoms gemmed with dew;
All the gladness of his heart repeating,
Heart that never care or sorrow knew?
Over upland, lawn and orchard
His clear pipe is heard:–
“Sweetheart! Sweetheart!”
Hey, ho, Robin; hey, ho, happy bird!
In his russet coat and vest of scarlet,
With his jaunty crest and glittering eye,
Was there ever such a merry varlet?
Look upon him and forget to sigh!
Ah, but he’s the blithesome rover!
His glad pipe is heard:–
“Sweetheart! Sweetheart!”
Hey, ho, Robin; hey, ho, happy bird!
Ah, my blithe and brave fair weather fellow,
Soon again to milder haunts thou’lt wend;
When the leaves are turning brown and yellow
We will miss our early morning friend;
There thru fields of endless summer
Will thy pipe be heard :–
“Sweetheart! Sweetheart!”
Hey, ho, Robin; hey, ho, happy bird!
