...that alternating with the sound of a wooden clapper, sung these words : We've ploughed our land, we're sown our seed, We've made all neat and gay ; So take...to ridge of a heavy ploughed field, and up and down its long furrows, he went wading in the deep soil, with a slow pace, singing bis song with a melancholy...

...myriads of drops on the hedges, and the dampness of the air clung about you with a disspiriting dullness. I was passing through Sherwood Forest, and across...to ridge of a heavy ploughed field, and up and down its long furrows, he went wading in the deep soil, with a slow pace, singing his song with a melancholy...

...in myriads of drops on the hedges, and the dampness of the air clung, about you with a disspiriting chillness, I was passing through Sherwood Forest,...his side, and his clapper in his hand. From ridge to ride of a heavy ploughed field, and up and down its long furrows, he went wading in the deep soil,...

...waste. As I passed a tall hedge, I heard a faint, shrill cry, as of a child's voice, that, alternatelyf with the sound of a wooden clapper, sung these words...away ! " I looked over the hedge, and saw a little country lad about seven years of age, in his blue smock-frock, with a small bag hanging by his side,...

...waste. As I passed a tall hedge, I heard a faint, shrill cry, as of a child's voice, that, alternately | with the sound of a wooden clapper, sung these words...away ! " I looked over the hedge, and saw a little country lad about seven years of age, in his blue smock-frock, with a small bag hanging by his side,...

...sound of a wooden clapper, sung these words : We've ploughed our land, we're sown our seed, We've trade all neat and gay ; So take a bit, and leave a bit,...to ridge of a heavy ploughed field, and up and down its long furrows, he went wading in the deep soil, with a slow pace, singing his song with a melancholy...

...foggy days in early spring, sounding his clapper for a time, and anon piping out his little song — "We've ploughed our land, we've sown our seed, We've...So take a bit and leave a bit, Away, birds, away I " The red-backed shrike, which is the commonest of our British shrikes, arrives in the south of England...

...whining, snuffling song of the child as he plied his clappers — " We've ploughed our land, we've sowed our seed, We've made all neat and gay, So take a bit, and leave a bit, Away, birds! Away!" He reached the white gate, and hesitated. Pinion and a young farm-lad were going up the rutted lane...

...To make her voice clear, And never cries Cuckoo Till the spring of the year. The Bird-nearer s Song We've ploughed our land, we've sown our seed, We've made all neat and gay; Then take a bit and leave a bit, Away, birds, away! Cradle Song Sleep, baby, sleep, Our cottage vale...

...spring mornings, and, to make still more disturbance, being encouraged to sing : " We've ploughed the land, we've sown our seed, We've made all neat and...So take a bit, and leave a bit, Away, birds, away." Before I leave these warnings to birds and farmers, I must not omit one of the wisest sayings : " You...