Oh, says the linnet, if I sing
My love forsook me in the spring
And nevermore will I be seen
Without my satin gown of green
Oh, says the pretty featered jay
Now my love is gone away
And foro the memory of my dear
A feather of each sort I'll wear
Oh, says the rook and eke the crow
The reason why in black we go
Because our love has us forsook
So pity us poor crow and rook!
Oh, says the pretty speckled thrush
That changes its note from bush to bush
My love has left me here alone
I fear she never will return
The birds’ lament was written by Richard Rodney Bennett & John Clare.