I have seen the lark soar high at morn, air its song up in the blue
I have heard the blackbird pipe its note, the thrush and the linnet too,
But there's none of them can sing so sweet, my singing bird as you,
A-a-ah-ah-ah, a-ah ah ah aah, my singing bird as you.

Oh I will climb a high high hill and I'll rob a wild bird's nest
And back I'll bring what I find there, to the one that I love best,
For there's none of them can sing so sweet, my singing bird as you,
Aah-ah,....

If I could lure my singing bird from his own cosy nest,
If I could lure my singing bird, I would warm him on my breast,
For there's none of them can sing so sweet, my singing bird as you
Aah-ah....

As sung by Joy Foxley

From the singing of Jeanne Laughlin