Wild bees
F. Hart
At peep o' dawn, when the world is still,
Hear the magpies calling!
We leave our hut upon the hill,
Hear the magpies calling!
The soil's unbroken by the plough
From gully deeps to ranges' brow;
Primeval peace enfolds us now,
Hear the magpies calling!
We wander, in the morning's hush,
Hear the magpies calling!
Thro' flowery tracks and golden bush,
Hear the magpies calling!
The yellow box is blossoming,
Round the blossoms greedy parrots cling,
And reiving bees are on the wing,
Hear the magpies catting!
Yon dip, like a reed, in the Cherry Pool,
Hear the magpies calling!
Your body is bronzed and beautiful,
Hear the magpies calling!
The wind breathes manna-dew and honey,
And rich we are without mint o' money
With love unhived, and wild, and sunny,
Hear the magpies calling!