Tirra-lirra-lirra

Tirra-lirra-lirra in the spring,
Orioles and robins sweetly sing,
From the leafy branches we can hear,
Tirra-lirra-lirra ringing clear!

Tirra-lirra-lirra is our song,
When the lovely summer days are long,
Rowing on the river or the sea,
Tirra-lirra-lirra sing with glee.

Tirra-lirra-lirra soft and low,
Hear the brook in winter ’neath the snow,
Though the leaves are dead wheree’er we look,
Tirra-lirra-lirra sings the brook.