Volume 3 — THE WOODSMAN LOVER
Reading edition
High in a nest of the tam'rac tree, Swing under, so free, and swing over; Swing under the sun and swing over the world, My snow-bird, my gay little lover- My gay little lover, don, don! . . . don, don!
When the winter is done I will come back home, To the nest swinging under and over, Swinging under and over and waiting for me, Your rover, my snow-bird, your lover— My lover and rover, don, don! . . . don, don!