Curlew calling

Curlew calling down the slack,

When grey rains are falling,

From the bitter town and black,

Curlew, I am coming back,

Curlew calling!

Hawk a-hover on the wind,

Look for me, your lover,

Come from barren ways and blind,

Where men seek but never find, --

Hawk a-hover!

Grey snipe drumming in the gloam,

I am coming, coming,

Never from my kind to roam.

Grey snipe, I am coming home,

Grey snipe drumming.