Avondale

How sweet the birds of Avondale

Of Avondale, of Avondale,

How sweet the birds of Avondale

Do swoop and swing and call.

The children too of Avondale

Of Avondale, of Avondale,

The boys and girls of Avondale

Do swoop and swing and call.

And all the little cats and dogs

Of Avondale, of Avondale,

In their own way in Avondale

Do swoop and swing and call,

And oh it is a pleasant sight

It is a very pleasant sight

To see the creatures so delight

To swoop and swing and call,

In Avondale, in Avondale,

To see them swoop and call.