LULLABY OF THE ORIOLE

Your nest is all built, and your birdies are there, Hidden away from the draughts of the air; O pretty songster of garden and glen, Whistle again, birdie, whistle again! “Yapou-yapou! ha-ha! he-he!” Who taught you to build such a wonderful nest? There you may rock all the night in your rest, Swung by the breezes till morn cometh, then, Whistle again, birdie, whistle again! “Yapou-yapou! ha-ha! he-he!” O, pretty oriole, where is your mate? Still he is searching and breakfast is late. Call him from hill-top, call him from glen; Whistle again, birdie, whistle again! “Yapou-yapou! ha-ha! he-he!”