How happy for the woodbirds

How happy for the woodbirds on the branches above

To flutter together and warble their love!

How I wish we were like them beneath the blue sky!

But 'tis far, far we are parted, my fond love and I.

O Fortune let the birdies alone on the tree

And fetch wings and feathers for Mary and me,

That we soon may go darting across the salt tide,

And fly singing together in green Malahide.