The sun does arise
And make happy the skies
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring
The skylark and thrush
Birds of bush
Sing louder around me
Oh, I’m a lonesome man
Till the little ones, weary,
No more can be merry
The sun does descend
And our sports have an end
The skylark and thrush
Birds of bush
Sing louder around me
Oh, I’m a lonesome man