Second Song—to The Same

Thy tuwhits are lull'd I wot,

      Thy tuwhoos of yesternight,

Which upon the dark afloat,

      So took echo with delight,

      So took echo with delight,

            That her voice untuneful grown,

            Wears all day a fainter tone.

I would mock thy chaunt anew;

      But I cannot mimick it;

Not a whit of thy tuwhoo,

      Thee to woo to thy tuwhit,

      Thee to woo to thy tuwhit,

            With a lengthen'd loud halloo,

            Tuwhoo, tuwhit, tuwhit, tuwhoo-o-o.